So this story was basically written because I wanted to attempt some Jacob/Edward smut. I've never actually read any and mine will probably be ooc. I enjoy any type of reviews as long as they have constructive criticism. If you just want to criticize without any way of trying to help me better my writing why are you reviewing? Anyway let me know what you think. If you notice the beginning of the story starts with the word butterflies and the end has the word hurricane. It was my own little challenge to myself. Enjoy!

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The song lyrics used in this fic that inspired me greatly to write it are:

lyrics

"Let The Record Show" - Emilie Autumn (beginning lyrics)

"I Don't Care" - Fall Out Boy (ending lyrics)

If I'm going down then I'm going down good.

If I'm going down then I'm going down clean.

If I'm going down then I'm going the prettiest wretched whore you've ever seen.

It felt as if a fleet of butterflies attacked my stomach once the realization hit me. I felt like retching right then and there at the idea of Edward sinking his fangs into my Bella. And she wanted it. The thought was just repulsive.

So apparently Bella was happy with her bloodsucking leech and heaven knows how much this fact irritated me beyond the breaking point. It seemed as if she was well on her way to becoming a vampire herself. I sighed, impatiently, as I sat in the driver's seat of my Rabbit. I know I'd lost, but at the very least wanted to go out with a bang. Jacob Black was not the type to give up without a fight and I wanted them both to remember me as long as humanly possible. Even though that sparkly fruitcake wasn't a human.

I bit my lower lip attempting to conjure up some sort of scenario. However difficult a task this may have been. To any onlooker it probably would have appeared as if the race had already been won and I was still stupidly running the marathon, trying to finish hours after. This is what frustrated me the most. The giving up bit. If I was going to be forced to give up I wanted something in return. I'd acquired a parting gift from Bella. That kiss in the tent was decent, but now I wanted to take something from her precious Edward like he'd done to me.

For a very long time nothing came and I simply sat in my makeshift garage in silence, but then it hit me. The deliciously sweet revenge I'd exact on him. The plan was too perfect. So perfect in fact that I had to throw the idea out. Come on? I have like two million people in my head including the person with whom I was seeking vengeance. I had to think out a decent enough "plan", but ensure I kept it seeming spontaneous. If Edward knew what I was thinking how could I expect to exact my revenge? Let alone letting the La Push pack know what I had in mind for our blood-sucking friend.

In all actuality there wasn't any plan. I just hoped the one I'd thought up would throw people off if I kept it at the front of my mind and it seemed to. Having people in your mind is incredibly taxing. Nothing is sacred anymore. Not even one's own thoughts. I scoffed bitterly at that thought and finally hefted myself from the seat of the car feeling like that girl in that song by Shawn Colvin "Sunny Came home. But I wasn't going to commit arson. No, this revenge would be much more permanent for my pansy-ass vampire friend. Hearing my dad's voice calling me from inside the house, a smirk spread across my features. Apparently I was no longer the sweet boy Bella had always wanted me to be, the one I knew I couldn't stay as.

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A few days later I was supposed to be spending the day with Bella. I lay in my bed listening to the radio waiting for her to call. If my dad hadn't left early with Charlie or someone…I couldn't be too sure… he probably would've thought I was moping. It sure seemed that way to me when The Smiths' "Last Night I Dreamt Somebody Loved Me" came on and I didn't bother making a move to turn it off even when a very loud knock came on my front door.

After a few seconds I lifted myself from the bed and plucked the door open, heaving a deep sigh. There she stood. Bella. Probably taking in my obviously disheveled appearance. She coughed, seeming apprehensive, and then finally met my gaze. "Hey Jake." She smiled that beautiful smile and I couldn't help but wonder if he helped give her that smile when I acted as difficult as I knew I might end up being today.

"Hey." I responded to her simply, unwilling to allow myself too much excitement. Morrissey's melancholy voice enveloped us even as we stood in the doorway. That too long song still playing loud as ever. She blinked at me and I allowed her access into my home. "Jake, this is unhealthy." She made a gesture around the room and I knew exactly what she was talking about, but I didn't want to let her get away that easily.

She wore a simple three-quarters sleeved shirt. Army green to complement her blue jeans and black ankle-high laced up boots. How undeniably beautiful she looked. I quickly shook my head of that thought. I couldn't let myself get caught up in the game again. However tempting it may have been.

We sat in the living-room for a long while just making small talk until she finally decided to dredge up the topic again. "Don't you think you should try getting out more Jacob? You are going out right? Not just staying in the house all day?" Her voice was not at all condescending and the pain in her voice was evidence enough that she was genuinely concerned for my well-being. But Bella dear, I thought to myself, I just can't do it anymore. I loved this girl. More than anything else in the world. It just had ceased to become enough. Something had snapped inside me.

For so very long Bella Swan had insisted that I was no longer the Jacob she knew and loved. Her Jacob. And to be quite honest I really wasn't anymore. Whatever this thing was that I'd become I doubted it would change.

I took a breath, my chin resting against my hand as I leaned into the armrest of the couch. I sort of laughed discordantly and my face subconsciously curled up into a sneer. "I'm doing great Bells. Hell's Bells." I laughed again, perhaps eerily at that silly reference I made. Her face just distorted as she became indignant about my reaction to her honestly worried questions.

"Jake…you're being an ass. What's wrong with you?" She was unusually uppity and much less patient today then she'd ever been with me. I realized now if I still wanted to get my revenge I had to pretend I was still remotely interested in returning to her good graces. I sighed deeply and curled back into myself. Drawing my feet up onto the seat cushion I was sitting on and wrapping my arms around my knees. "I dunno…" I said in a voice that was surprisingly convincing. Of course…I was still in love with the girl and as much as I wished I could just write her off it was next to impossible.

"I'm sorry Bella. It's just taking me longer than I'd hoped to recover and come to terms with everything…you know?" I glanced up at her, feeling genuinely upset about all the events that had recently transpired. It seemed Bella was eventually going to become a vampire and marry that body glitter-wearing Edward of hers.

She mimicked my sigh and bowed her head, running those slender fingers through long chocolate tresses. My damn mind fantasized unhealthily about this woman. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose and tried to refocus my attention somewhere else. "Maybe if you and Edward could be friends this would be easier…less painful." Her voice cracked at the end and I mentally berated myself, knowing what I was doing to her.

I both loved and hated myself, but immediately caved in to the self-loathing side. It was so much easier. "Well…" I started to speak, but then stopped myself. I wanted to go through with my plan and couldn't turn back even now, but still what if I hurt Bella worse than now. My eyes met her own for a split-second then I turned my gaze downward. I was going to do it. And if she wound up despising me for it that was just something I'd have to live with…or perhaps not. That possibility was still out there.

I cleared my dry throat. Obviously my body was unwilling to go along with what my mind was telling it to do. "Well," I started once again. "Maybe we could hang out or something. Edward and I. I promise to be civil." I stared at her, the girl of my dreams, seriously for a good few minutes it seemed. I mocked the image of a dog with its tail between its legs hoping she'd appreciate the joke. Finally she responded. "I'll ask him about it." A smile cracked those lips once more and I was pleased momentarily.

This façade would all fall through the cracks in the floor I was about to make, but I didn't feel regret. All that seethed through me now as Bella was about to walk out the door was the burning desire to give Edward what was coming to him.

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The next few months felt like a blur to me. After our little chat Bella told me she would try to convince Edward to my idea of him and me spending some time together. Of course the thought was nauseating to me, but I didn't need months to "mentally prepare" myself. Well honestly I kind of did. There were certain things I needed to prepare myself with. Things that were fundamental in this seemingly well-thought-out plan. Not to be vain or anything, but when dealing with a vampire one had to be well thought out. Especially if your bloodsucker was the mindreading kind. I knew the moment he set foot in front of me he'd be probing my mind like the pathetic loser he was so I made sure to prepare my mind.

When I got a phone call at one of the most random times of day…three a.m. I was shocked to say the least. Shocked that he called at that hour and shocked that I'd woken up to answer him. "Dog." His voice was hard and cold when he heard me pick up the phone. The man didn't give me a second's peace to gather my groggy self before yammering on. "I know you're tired and most likely mentally swearing at me, but give it a rest for a moment. Bella wants us to hang out, but she said it was your idea. You got something up your sleeve."

I wanted to snicker at that line, but managed to remain composed even mustering up some sappy sounding voice. "Nah…I just wanna make Bella happy. She wants us to be friends, you know?" I was surprised at myself at how convincing that sounded, and hoped that the mind-reading snake couldn't read my thoughts over the phone line.

"Well…" He continued, his voice sounding a lot less harsh. Perhaps he couldn't read my thoughts and actually believed my performance. "On Saturday Bella is having a 'sleepover' with my sister. We could hang out then that is unless you're opposed to nighttime activity. Do we really have to do this?" He sounded almost child-like at that moment. Like he was wining at the thought of spending more time with me than necessary.

At that I was fully awake and sat up in bed, scratching the back of my neck. "Umm…well I wouldn't mind it. Maybe it'll be better than we're making it out to be." The desperation in my voice was too good, but the human brain is a magically mysterious thing. Several months of telling myself something over and over again had actually worked. I'd managed to semi-convince myself that I was in love with Edward Cullen.

Yeah, that's a disturbing idea I know, but I had to do it if I wanted my plan to work. My voice even cracked at the end giving off the idea that I wanted to see him more than simply make Bella happy. I wondered if he came out with that impression as well. The silence on the other end made me squirm again. It would suck if my plan fell through here. Before I even had a chance to get it started.

I heard a long, exasperated sigh then his cool, calm voice came on again. "Fine. I'll meet you in front of the cinema in Port Angeles at eight' o clock sharp on Saturday." Abruptly the phone call ended and I was left listening to the dead sound piercing on the other line. I pushed the end button on my cell phone and flopped down on my bed again, too tired to even bother wondering how he'd gotten my number.

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Saturday rolled around and there I was standing by the cinema impatiently waiting for the leech. I'd been early and he came waltzing by right on time. Eight' o clock just like he'd said. I smiled faintly at him and brought my right hand into my hair, scratching my head. This plan was much more difficult to keep up now that I had it going. Coupled with the thoughts I'd forced into my brain during those months. It was a strange inner battle, but I was determined to win. At least this time.

He cleared his throat and stared at me looking as bored as ever. I chuckled nervously; the effects of my brain half thinking it was in love with this person. He raised a brow quizzically at me then proceeded to clear his throat. "So what're we going to do? Let's make this quick." I nodded quickly in agreement and glanced about as if in search of places to go, but my subconscious knew exactly where we were going to go.

Finally I met his gaze. Dark obsidians meeting lightly furious seeming ambers. He moved his head as if in a gesture to my apparently blank mind. That was a good sign. It appeared as if I was doing an excellent job at concealing my so-called plan. "Let's go to a club." That lovey-dovey side spilled forth and I mentally scolded myself. That sounded strangely off to my original thought, but I decided to go with it.

His eyes narrowed and he shook his head, bitter laughter erupting from him. "Seriously? You are aware of what I am and what clubs entail correct?" For the first time it seemed he let himself go and a tiny smirk jerked at the side of my lips. The words following his just spilled out of my mouth like this was a normal conversation. Perhaps I was a little too good at convincing myself of things. This was certainly going to be an odd night I thought.

"That's why you'll dance with me. My disgusting smell will keep your blood-sucking instincts at bay." I winked at him. That wasn't right. This night seemed much more off than it should have been. My all too well working brain appeared to be taking on a slightly different role than I had intended. But maybe this was good. Surprise attack.

However, the vampire's mouth fell open and he was now glaring at me. "You think this is some sort of joke don't you?" Edward shook his head and began to turn away. It was then that my body did something involuntary and one of my arms jolted out, reaching for his coat sleeve. "Wait!" I demanded, that pathetic tone creeping up in my voice yet again.

He turned around to peer at me, a curious expression carefully composed across his features. He seemed contemplative to me and I waited…seemingly patiently… as he deliberated. "I'm sure I'll regret this, but why not?" This was a strangely peaceful night for the two of us. Usually we couldn't be in the same room together, but I was making sure to keep my thoughts relatively tame since I knew those were what usually ticked him off.

We found some seedy looking club and managed to both get in somehow. Well we both appeared to be the appropriate age evidently so it wasn't very difficult. Once inside I pulled him toward the dance floor, that scary side of me taking control once again. Oddly enough the sparkly leech complied.

I still maintain that I was the first to let loose that night. I figured I might as well if I wanted to make things believable. It would be best just to clear my mind and do whatever came. A heavy, techno-sounding beat came on (A/N: "Are You the One" – The Presets and "Don't Want to Hurt You" – The Sounds. ;D) and I just started moving ignoring any other person around me, including Edward. I'd never felt this free and it felt good to be that way even for that moment.

For a few minutes I was the only one out of the two of us thrashing about as I was doing. My glitter wearing partner for the night looked uneasy and embarrassed even. Maybe he was just wondering how I could move so stupidly without an ounce of alcohol in me. He really is something of a prude. Finally, though that uptight prig let himself goo. He moved from side to side very slowly to the beat of the music.

I shook my head at him vigorously before taking my hands and placing them around his waist, bringing his hips closer to my own as I tried to get him to move in unison with me. Seriously…this guy couldn't dance for the life of him. Either that or he just wouldn't dance at least to music like this. He immediately pushed me way, but with evident effort not to be to brusque. We were literally smashed together by the large amount of people in the building. Any effort he made to get away from me would be inevitably pointless if he wanted to keep his secret a secret.

"What's your damage? You're not having fun?" I leaned forward to whisper to him and I could have sworn he shook a little. It was painfully warm in there and the fact that my body temperature rose far above the norm was not helping either. I wondered briefly if it was conspicuous to him. The clear difference in our body temperatures.

He glared at me, all motion halted and leaned forward to whisper back. "I don't like what it feels like you're trying to do Black. I'm getting out of here." I frowned… Crap! He couldn't leave. I felt like I was getting so close, but wait a second…did I just shiver from the cool of his breath? I narrowed my eyes at him then sighed, probably appearing more pathetic than usual. "I just…" I flashed a look at him before doing the unthinkable. Stop it body! Stop it! But it was too late. My lips meshed with his in a sloppy kiss.

Immediately I was pushed forward and an even harsher, slightly more confused face met mine. I let out a coughing sound, not bothering to put up a fight. It was more realistic that way. "I'm sorry… Just dance with me a little longer, please?" I hoped he'd comply and my over-heated body gave my mind an idea that seemed way out there at the moment, but looking back now was perfect. "Don't you feel the tension too?" My brows knit together as I squinted my eyes a bit, knowing his excellent hearing allowed him to know completely what I was saying even with the loud boom of the bass in whatever song was playing now.

For a few seconds I thought it was over. I'd have to just give up without the revenge I so desperately wanted, but then he met my gaze. "Just a little longer."

And this time he didn't flinch when I placed my arms around his waist and ground my hips into his in an incredibly suggestive fashion. In fact he started moving along with me. As if the both of us were thoroughly drunk off the music and heavy atmosphere we were drowning in.

Every body in the room seemed to be moving together just as suggestively as we had been and perhaps everything just got to me. I'd gotten too caught up in the moment and was evidently pressing my boner into the cold, hard body next to me. Edward's eyes widened and I could tell he was about to push me away yet again. But quick thinking allowed me to clamp my muscular arms around his neck effectively capturing him there for the time being.

I ignored any motion from him and immediately attacked his neck with my mouth like a vampire would. No pun intended. At first he struggled, but apparently that marble skin did feel. It was tough and smooth like an actual stone, but the chill felt strangely good in my mouth. I sucked on one spot for a long time, still moving rhythmically into him. I paid no attention to his body's reaction. I figured vampire's maybe didn't have that sort of reaction anyway.

It wasn't until I heard a breathy moan-type sound come out of my blood-sucking friend that I realized he had a hard-on as well. Apparently I could turn on a male. A vampiric male no less. That devilish grin I'd been keeping for this moment finally made its appearance as he decidedly pressed my body even closer into his, licking his earlobe as I did so. "Wanna get out of here?"

Maybe I was lucky enough that he wasn't thinking straight and that some cheap motel was located conveniently right next door. But either way I was able to drag Edward effin' Cullen out of that club and into a motel room next door. As soon as we were inside the room I pushed him onto the bed and leapt on top of him catching his lips with my own in yet another messy kiss. I'm not the type to be gentle…especially in these circumstances. I had to be quick before he regained proper consciousness.

He was a surprisingly willing partner and allowed my tongue access into his mouth fairly quickly. I wondered how many times this mouth had met Bella's for a split-second then pushed the thought from my mind. I had to keep focused on the task at hand to ensure success.

His hands were everywhere and I realized he must know what he was doing. That made one of us. The idea that I was losing my virginity or more accurately giving up my virginity to this guy briefly passed my mind fiercely, but then I told myself this cause was worth it. What was I saving myself for anyhow?

He must've heard that last thought because he suddenly became a bit more harsh. Moving his chilling fingers up my black tee shirt as the kiss deepened. Maybe he too was seeking some kind of revenge? I ignored that idea focusing on this leech's impossibly difficult button down shirt. He chuckled into our somewhat long kiss and broke form it, before removing my shirt entirely. Once that was off he began assisting me with the buttons and soon after his shirt was thrown on the floor combined with the meeting of our lips yet again.

Was all this hatred merely pent up sexual tension? It seemed too strange. Both of us were far too obsessed with Bella to have any "pent up emotions" for one another. Besides, the idea of actually being romantically interested in this guy seemed utterly repulsive. This was all for revenge. Nothing more.

Soon enough the both of us were completely naked. Inexperienced as I was, I knew how two men had sex. The idea had never escaped. I wasn't as naïve as Bella wanted to believe I was. Quickly I was straddling him, our lips still glued to each other in one incredibly wet and rather raunchy kiss. But this was never meant to passionate or beautiful.

I turned the vampire over climbing over him. He complied so easily it almost scared me, but I kept on going unwilling to give up until I'd gotten what I wanted. He bent over, knees and elbows to the mattress with his ass in the air ready to take it. He kneeled over the bed behind him and reached down to spread his legs a bit further apart. I knew he probably had a tighter end than anything and figured that this might hurt me more than him but decided to do it anyway.

I forced myself into his entry with a deeper groan than his small grunt and it was apparent to me now this would hurt me more. I sighed a little rethinking my plan, but honestly could I turn back now. I was about to get my arch-rival in the ass. I had to finish what I was doing or I'd be even lower than I would be if I did.

My hands gripped his sides as I thrust arduously into him. My fingernails drove themselves into his sides with each push and it hit me that with this sort of friction I'd probably come a whole lot quicker. Ignoring the pain that was searing through me I began pressing deeper and with great force each time. I leaned into his backside, conforming my body to his own as one of my hands reached into his blonde-ish hair ripping at the strands I was able to grasp. I heard a cry escape his mouth; perhaps from the pain or my overly strong hands. I was stronger than an average human even outside of my wolf form. My other hand was gripping his abdomen. Finger's clenched to his navel.

A similar groan erupted from my mouth as I began to feel the quivers engulf me. And these didn't come from me being angry. The pleasure seemed insurmountable at this point. I felt as if I would never come despite how impossibly close my body felt to it. Maybe it was the pain coupled with it.

I was wrong, however, and finally I released into him before letting go and pulling out before collapsing on top of him. He pushed me to the side and glanced at me. I wondered how ridiculous I looked, chest heaving, drenched in sweat. He was even slightly damp from the perspiration that had dripped from my too hot body.

It was now or never. I stood to collect my clothing and he made no move to stop me as if he knew this was what it should be. A one-night stand never to be spoken of again. But I had other plans for my little sparkling twinkle-toes. I dressed quickly making sure to keep my thoughts jumbled to keep him off my scent. And then once I was fully clothed I leaned over the bed next to his naked form simply laying there probably regretting this entirely. I'd help him with that agony now. Whisper my final words to him and drive the knife deeper.

"That's the difference between you and I Edward. I'm a filthy mongrel and just displayed my dominance over you." The sardonic snicker that left my mouth after that whispered statement was inevitable and as I left the room I began singing a Fall Out Boy song that had originally inspired this act.

"I don't care what you think.

As long as it's about me.

The best of us can find happiness in misery!"

And with that I ran down the street and toward the forested area surrounding Port Angeles, phasing as soon as I'd made it out of sight. I'd come into that blood-sucking pansy asses life just like as unexpectedly as a hurricane. Leaving just as much devastation as well.

P.S. I might continue this if people like it enough and I actually feel inspired enough to make a sequel. Who knows...