A Cold Farewell

Disclaimer: The characters are property of Stephanie Meyer. The plot of this story is copyrighted 2014 to me, Thralni. The story was written for fun - not for financial or any other kind of intentional gain.

A/N: Hello and welcome! This is my first ever fanfiction, though it is not the first story I ever wrote. Still, the genre is somewhat new to me, so I would be grateful for any review that gives encouragement, criticism, suggestions, tips; whatever! While I have an idea for how the story will unfold and eventually end, ideas and such are of course welcome. As for the update schedule, I refrain from making any promises, though I hope to update at least once every two weeks. Warnings: This story will include slash, angst, drama, violence and various romantic and kinky scenes. If you don't like any of that, don't read it. I will try to warn at the start of each chapter.

This chapter contains violence, angst, drama and kinky scenes. A thanks to Lineia and dantemalfoy for comments!

For now, enjoy!

Chapter 1: Paradise lost

Edward sat on the comfortable couch in the living room. His gaze was directed downward, his mouth in a tight grimace of pain after his father – Carlisle, a middle-aged man with blond hair, dark-blue slippers, grey pants, a light-blue shirt and a small, silver cross on a chain around his neck – had smacked him across the face. His left cheek was sore, a tingling sensation making it feel warm.

His father stood in front of him, about a meter away, both his fists clenched and with an expression on his face that was twisted from anger. Behind him, on the other couch, sat his wife and Edward's mother, Esme. She had averted her gaze and closed her eyes. Her two hands held over mouth and nose, she seemed to want to ignore what had happened here just now.

To the left of her, all macho manliness and muscle, sat Emmett, his brother. While his facial expression itself didn't reveal any significant shock, his eyes radiated bewilderment. Behind his mother, but leaning on her shoulders with her frail arms, stood Alice, his sister. Her expression was one of painful worry, as a tear had noticeably found its way down her cheek, and was now hanging helplessly from her chin. It evidently wasn't big enough to drop at its own accord. But not for long: the drop fell, after several more tears had revealed themselves to the world.

Suddenly Alice launched herself from her mother's shoulders and paced out of the room, audibly sobbing, up the stairs. A door slammed shut somewhere in the house. Finally, in front of the window stood Jasper, the last of his siblings. Ponderingly, he gazed outside, arms crossed and head drooped. Edward could tell that he was as shocked and disappointed at him as the others.

Edward's lower lip was trembling with anxiety. Still, he slowly raised his gaze. He saw his mother, her eyes shut tight, clenching a paper tissue in her left hand, which she held by her nose. She must have taken one from the box of tissues that was comfortably placed on the small table just beside the couch. He didn't have to look to know the box was there; he had placed it there himself. He had imagined she was going to need it. She blew her nose loudly, and sobbed.

Save for the wet cheeks, it struck him how beautiful she was. She wore her dark blue, silk dress. It was the colour he had always loved most. Emmett was still sitting next to her, eyes still radiating that bewilderment, but he too had now averted his gaze. He seemed to be staring intently at the white carpet, probably trying hard to think of something nicer than the spectacle unfolding before his eyes.

His lower lip still trembling, he continued to raise his gaze, but before he could raise it enough to look his father in the eyes, he was hit in the face again, this time hard enough to have him drop off the couch and land face-first on the floor. A small stream of blood flowed from his nose, staining the impeccable white carpet. He heard the heaving of his father and the sobbing of his mother. He lay there for what felt like eternity, too scared to move, fearing he might be hit again. The air in the room was thick with a tension of disappointment and repulsion. It penetrated his skin and made him feel inadequate for this world. Their hatred mixed with his fear, and stirred up feelings of hatred of his own.

But at whom was he angry? Was he angry with his father for beating him? Was he angry with himself for allowing the beating to continue? Was he perhaps angry with himself for being what he was? The confusion was palpable. It gripped him by the throat and choked him slowly, so that those few tears that he wanted to let out were frozen solid.

How different had his summer been... The memory of it shook loose a tear of regret that landed on the carpet next to the small stain of blood. He closed his eyes as he remembered how it had all started. He, Alice and Emmet had gone out one evening to celebrate the end of the semester and the start of summer vacation. Jasper had gone to work, but would probably join them later.

He and his siblings all attended the same high school: Forks High School, in the small, sleepy town of Forks, WA. His parents had moved there a while ago and lived there ever since, in a secluded but huge villa: light, airy and surrounded by the forests that were so typical of Washington state. He remembered liking Forks from he start, even if it could be rather boring. In that case they always went to Port Angeles, a larger city not too far from Forks. They tended to go there for generic drinking, an occasional party and the local cinema.

That night, that's where they went: Port Angeles. To be specific: a local bar by the name of "Gaya". It had opened recently, and the siblings were curious as to what it was all about. At the time they hadn't understood the weird spelling of "Gaia" – the name given by the Greek to ancient mother Earth. They thought it to be some fancy new-age thing that hadn't reached Forks quite yet. A new trend from the city of Seattle, or something like that. Now of course it was painfully clear to him. He remembered laughing at their mistake once he understood that they had walked into a gay bar. His siblings were not amused.

Inside the bar was absolutely filled to the top. While the majority of the clientele was male, there were some females also. The three siblings ploughed their way towards the bar. Emmett arrived first and managed to order two beers and a glass of wine. In the meantime, the siblings had been noticed by the bartenders and some of the clientele in a way they all found a bit unnerving. The bartender that served them made a weird innuendo and at least the males could feel how prying eyes were sizing them up. The three quickly took their drinks and slithered in-between the sweaty customers to a corner of the bar, hoping to be left alone. But, they were followed.

They had sat down for exactly three minutes and had taken one sip of their drinks before a guy appeared at Emmett's side and had tapped his shoulder. Emmett looked round in surprise. His gaze was greeted by a set of impressive pectorals, occluded only partially by a white tank top. If anything, it only accentuated the massiveness of those muscles. Equally muscled arms and shoulders lined the beautiful chest. Looking up he saw a mischievous grin and eyes that sparkled with a lustful yearning. The guy asked Emmett something that obviously made him feel uncomfortable. His eyes bolted in the direction of his other two siblings, expressing some kind of wild panic. His head shot forward.

"Yo, I think we are in a gay bar!" he hissed.

"Let's get those drinks downed and get the hell out of this place!"

He quickly followed his own advice and Edward and Alice did the same. Soon they stood outside again, several whistles calling them back inside.

Edward felt uncomfortable as he stood outside, gazing at the setting sun. He felt uncomfortable, not because he disagreed with going away from the place, nor did he feel uncomfortable because he had been inside a gay bar. He felt uncomfortable because inside that bar he had seen things that he liked. That feeling was not new to him though.

He had been eyeing men before, spying on them as they went about their daily lives. And the more muscle the better! In particular he recalled a seemingly young, Native American guy. He was probably from the reservation nearby. The Quileute tribe inhabited that one. Admittedly, he didn't know too much about that place, and his father had urged him not to make contact. "A bunch of pagan heretics", he had always called them. And so Edward had stayed away from them.

But now this native had peaked Edward's interest. He ogled him from a distance, trying to hide behind a small bush. The boy had driven around on a rather rickety-looking mountain bike, wearing nothing more than denim pants and Nike running shoes. His shirtless torso was more than amazing – it was brilliant in all its muscly splendour.

A set of abs, stunning in their masculine expressivity, immediately pulled Edward's attention. He licked his dry lips as saliva filled his oral cavity, carefully following those chiselled, russet-coloured abs downward, eyes opened wide in anticipation. In-between the lower half of those abs, akin a river flowing inside a gorge, disappearing in the most mysterious cave, was the most delicious happy trail, which appetizingly disappeared in the native's pants. Edward gulped. The developed pectorals, tiny drops of sweat making them glimmer desirably in the sun, were set in a frame of mature shoulders, biceps and triceps. And the forearms! The forearms seemed massive; anything he would grip would probably be squashed. He had stirred at the thought, a noticeable bulge developing in his pants.

Then Edward's gaze was attracted to the young native's face. It was like a sculpture; as if somebody had carved it by hand, meticulously measuring every possible angle to maintain perfect symmetry. Two brown eyes in an oval face, so boyish and young, but with the first signs of a growing beard; and so he became a man. And the hair; oh how the hair gave of a mysterious air of nonchalance ready to be torn apart by yours truly. Oh how Edward wanted to sink his claws into that one… But he hadn't done anything about it. Instead, he had just stood behind his bush and the devilishly beautiful boy had cycled off into the distance.

This obsession with men had been going on for at least a year or two. He had always wondered what would happen if he approached one of them, try if he could get things off the ground with any of them. But he had never dared. In the beginning the whole idea just freaked him out, but as time progressed he grew more accustomed to his interest in men, be it platonic, romantic or purely sexual. That said, the word "gay" made him wince every time he heard it in the beginning, and to say it himself he could not. But, not letting emotions win him over too easily, he had entered into an LGBT debate club at his high school – without any of his friends or family members knowing of course – where he had learned to talk about his confusion and desires.

There he also learned to appreciate the agony many gay youth struggled with. While he had had his fair share of grief, he praised himself lucky that it hadn't been as bad as with other people. He distinctly recounted one guy, by the name of Benjamin, who had told about some giant crush he had on a straight guy. The pure agony of yearning had tore him apart at the end of it all, but it gave him a chance to recapitulate and rebuild himself in a gay way – or that's what it kind of came down to. He didn't stay in much contact with these people, although they still met up once every now and then for a drink. Thus, over time, he got used to his gayness. And while he didn't feel entirely comfortable with it, at least he had learned to live with it.

No, his own opinion on the topic and the feelings involved caused him no sorrow that night, when they stood outside Gaya. What did, was that he knew how his family thought about it. Their possible reactions frightened him. The reactions of Alice and Emmett to their attendance of a gay bar had been pretty revealing by and of themselves, and he'd rather not find out the reaction of his parents – especially his father. He could be a downright bastard and had already seen his hellish reaction to something that didn't please him before. Emmett had been the culprit that time. Suffice to say, he never got the thought into his head to do it again.

One thing was clear: he had to get into Gaya again, with or without his family agreeing to it. Hell, he wouldn't give them the chance to agree or disagree: he wouldn't let them know about it!

He would come up with plans and schemes to elude them. He would then go to that bar. He would find a guy and do all that he had fantasized about for so long. He could picture them doing it; how he would push his lover onto the bed, climb on top of him and kiss him passionately, while tying the arms to the bedposts with a thick, rough piece of rope playfully but forcefully. He would have him suck him off. Then he would suck the guy off as a thank you, and they would kiss again, bite each other in the neck, softly first but more harshly later. He would softly nuzzle the nipples and bite them intermittently, both softly and harshly so that his prey would yelp. He would tie off the guy's balls so that they became blue and hurting; right then he'd recurrently squeeze them, shooting bolts of pain up that spine that would make his victim squeal. And then? Then he would fuck him. Fuck the night away. Hard and forceful, precisely what the pig deserved. But they would cum together, their moaning joined in a choir of lustful anticipation, erupting in a conflagration of united bliss. He became hard as a rock thinking about it, planning every single knot he would be tying and every place he would bite.

"By god, I think he's having a… You filthy little shit!" His father's voice and another kick in his stomach awoke him rudely from his delicious fantasies.

"You see that?"

Carlisle pointed vigorously at Edward's groin with an expression of utter disgust on his face.

"That bloody creature is becoming hard! You like pain Edward? Well do you?"

His father's voice had become particularly condescending, sneering those words, spitting them out at his son. This was lying motionless on the floor, a distinct bulge in his pants that hurt him both physically and emotionally. For with every inch that his cock grew, his pride and self-respect shrank. The profound confusion dulled Edward's senses, but he could make out his enraged father towering high above him, the blond hair conspicuously lighted by a setting sun. As if he stood at the foot of an abandoned, ominous lighthouse. That analogy would have made him smile in every other circumstance. His mother was still sitting on the couch, but was now turned to Emmett, who had her in a tight embrace. She was shaking as her sobbing had progressed into downright crying. Emmett stared at him with a look of disgust. Jasper still stood at the window, motionless. There was no sign of Alice. The summer – his brief moment in paradise – was lost.