Author's Note: This is something I came up with after watching New Moon -- while I was angry, mind you, but I think it's pretty reasonable to start with this. Now, I've read all except Breaking Dawn, and it only follows the books until before Bella's mortality is put up for a vote.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series or the song "Come Undone" (The Used).

Warnings: slash (m/m), violence, non-con, threesome

Summary: Bella didn't know, and she never had to find out. Edward/Jacob


They Fight

Bella didn't know.

And Bella never had to find out.

They made sure she never would.

The meetings only occurred when they were sure they would be alone; Edward's family would be hunting, shopping, working -- too busy to be keeping tabs on Edward, in other words. Jacob's pack would be equally busy, and Edward had found a way to actively disrupt the connection between Jacob and the others as long as they were together if he changed into his wolf form. Jacob would make sure not to be seen leaving the rez and Edward would leave his car in a conspicuous location and went to the forest on foot. They went as deep into the forest as they needed so even the nearest Cullen couldn't hear either of their screams.

How could they not be so careful? It wasn't just about her finding out; it would be dangerous if anyone found out about these increasingly frequent meetings between Edward and Jacob.

It was a dangerous dance, and the more they practiced, the better they got, and the more they both thrived on the feel of each other:

… Edward's strong hands gripping Jacob…

… Jacob's sharp teeth biting down on Edward…

The heel of Edward's designer shoe connected with Jacob's snout as he twisted on his other foot, but the split second he was half-turned from the wolf Jacob's teeth tore at the flesh on the back of his leg, drawing enough blood and causing enough pain for Edward to stagger a few steps and fall forward on one knee.

He grabbed at the dirt beneath his right hand and when Jacob jumped at him in an attempt to pin him down, he moved slightly to the side and pressed the dirt to the wolf's eyes. He howled and shook his head trying to regain his vision, and the vampire used this time to deliver a blow sending Jacob flying over the forest floor and into a tree.

Before Jacob could recover, Edward had straddled him and held him down with one hand on his neck pressed hard onto the forest floor.

"Give up, mutt?" he whispered into the ear pressed against the wolf's skull.

With a soft whine, Jacob changed back and gasped, "Uncle!"

Finally relieved of the cold, stone-like vampire's weight, Jacob turned on his back, despite his current state of undress. He rubbed his eyes with his coarse knuckles to get the last of the dirt from his eyes and looked up with still-blurred vision when he felt Edward near him again with Jacob's abandoned shorts in his hand. He accepted it wordlessly and slid them on without looking back up.

They said nothing as they parted. Jacob just nodded at Edward, and Edward just frowned and headed off in the direction he came.

As long as these meetings went on, they could still be at each other's throats, but only long enough for their tensions to dissipate. As long as these meetings went on, they could be decent enough with each other in front of Bella, just like she needed them to be.

But as long as these meetings went on, Jacob would continue to feel disgusted with himself for how much he lusted for the leech, for how he fantasized about cold, hard hands, and for bringing himself off in the middle of the forest even with the bruises all over his body created by those same hands and the scent of the vampire still stinking and fresh and overpowering the scent of the nature surrounding him.

Edward would continue to be guilt-ridden as he hid just a few feet from the boy behind one of the many large trees, listening to his moans and smelling the heady scent of his arousal and watching as much as he dared without being seen by those cunning eyes even with the small phone in his pocket vibrating as Bella called him, wondering where he could be when he said he'd pick her up by then.

Whether they liked it or not, these secret sessions meant simply to douse the animosity between them, if just for a few days, gave them a bond unlike that shared by Edward and Bella, or Bella and Jacob. This was not pure love, and it was knocked down a few notches from what used to be simple hate; and yet it was still a frighteningly powerful passion neither could understand because it was neither pure nor simple.

Jacob was sure Edward didn't know.

Edward thought Jacob never had to find out.

And fuck if they knew how to change things.