AN: So we all love these I know I do, especially when my laptop is having a hissyfit and this is the 3rd time I've written this damned thing out. Ive been away from this fic for a long time but Im hoping to be able to keep updates a bit more regular now I've found my writing again. There has been minor edits to the first two chapters. If you see any errors or inconsistencies please PM me. This fic will contain slash, Sam bashing and homophobia, just as a warning if you hadn't realised this yet!

I do not in any way own the Twilight series nor do i own the characters you recognise from the books, the only thing I do own is their adaptations and the new plot line.

I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think (please do so politely, I don't respond well to stupidity)

- Miss Guided

Chapter One

He was in wolf form and was tackled from behind by that massive leach Emmett. They wrestled on the ground for a bit before Paul was straddling Emmett's waist, haunches sitting right on the apex of Emmett's thighs. Paul could feel the unnecessary hard breathing from exertion as Emmett's chest would raise and lower. It calmed Paul to know that the granite body underneath him did such a thing as breathing subconsciously even if it wasn't necessary. Emmett sat still understanding what would happen but willing to let his man decide if that is the sort of relationship he wants. Looking up into Paul's eyes, Emmett only held lust and something else in his eyes. Paul seeing this felt the need to shift back to human, but once he did so, he became hyper-aware of his weight on Emmett's. Moving so as to move from straddling Emmett, Paul accidentally swiveled his firm ass into Emmett's crotch. Though the rest of Emmett's body was as hard as stone, the undeniable arousal stood snugly against Paul's behind, prominent immediately from the rest of the vampire's broad expanse of muscle.

Experimentally Paul settled himself back onto Emmett and 'accidentally' pushed his body into Emmett's underneath him and circled his hips again. The deep almost growled moan wrenched from Em's throat was unquestionable. Paul started up a steady rhythm of pushing his ass into the denim clad hardness below him, rotating his hips ever so slowly. The friction of his bare skin against the definitely expensive jeans was exquisite and he could feel the tingle of his oncoming orgasm start at the base of his spine.

Emmett, obviously having enough of his slow torture, twisted their bodies over and held his weight over top of Paul, hovered for a second or two and began kissing and sucking his way down Paul's defined abs. Simultaneously he used his left had to pull on the hair at the base of Paul's neck causing him to arch into Em's lips, and his right to slowly walk down the side of Paul's chest. Paul writhed under him like he was in heat, moaning and whining, unaware to anything else around him.

They both hear a gasp mixed with a quiet groan and turned to see Seth in human form behind them.

Seth stood at the edge of the clearing, erection standing out from his russet body, evidence of his arousal conflicting with the hurt and surprise on his face.

"Paul? What are you doing? I thought I was your man and your only man"? Seth said tears rolling down his face.

'Baby' Paul yelled trying to dislodge an unmoving Emmett. 'Seth, it is you, I don't know what's going on. I've never even looked at Emmett like this before. Would you please come here?'

Seth seemingly controlled in his actions slowly walked towards the entwined pair. Paul beckoned him forward even closer and pulled Seth's face to his, lightly biting and sucking on Seth's plump lower lip. Paul managed to get away from under Emmett's weight and pulled Seth to the ground, needing desperately to sink into Seth's heady heat. Paul began leisurely tugging his hand lightly up and down Seth's cock, twisting and slightly squeezing his fingers around the head. Seth arched under him, bearing his neck fully causing Paul's dominant wolf to howl in pleasure.

Paul then felt a cold body settle behind him, lick a trail of ice down his back, then pull apart his cheeks, exposing his puckered hole to the frosty day.

Werewolves run hot so the coldness of the air didn't startle him, but the freezing tongue that began licking at his hole caused him to turn around in seconds. In a flash, he had a surprised Emmett flat on his back while he stood over him shaking and growling.

"I don't bottom, let alone to a leach! I give, I never take. What the fuck did you think you were doing? I want nothing to with you blood sucking, cold ass, fucker."

The last words turned into a snarl as Paul exploded out of his skin into a massive grey wolf.

They grey wolf lunged, missing Emmett by mere centimeters. Seth pushed him out of the way just in time, and snapped at Paul, trying to make him see sense. Paul lunged at Emmett once more, but Emmett was ready this time and slammed him into a tree on the opposite side of the clearing, breaking the tree in two.

Paul woke up with a start, sweat drenched sheets coiled around him like the constricting ropes of his dream lingering in his wake. It was the 4th time that week he had dreamt the same thing.

"Fuck" Paul growled getting up and jumping out the window. He had to head to the Clearwaters to see if Seth was safe.