Mate

Pairing: Jacob/Harry, past Edward/Harry

Warning(s): Male/Male relationship, slight Bella bashing, slight Edward bashing

Emerald eyes regarded amber coolly. "Do you have any idea of how much of an ass you sound like?"

Edward winced at the tone, taking a step forward. "Harry, please, I never wanted to-"

"Never wanted to what? Break my heart in the worst possible ways?" Harry bristled angrily. "Leave me for some slut? Or have the nerve to ask me for forgiveness?"

The vampire stayed silent, looking sorrowfully at his ex. The small dark haired male was close to tears, heart beating faster from the stress Edward knew was related to him.

With a bitter laugh, Harry turned away from the other, leaning up against his doorframe. "You hurt me so much Edward. You threw everything I ever feared about us in my face and then you told me that it was 'just for fun'."

"I did that to protect you!" Edward protested vehemently, voice surging with repressed emotions. Harry turned around and Edward cursed himself for the small tear making a path down the other's porcelain face.

"Oh really? And when you came back, out of no where really, and started shacking up with that slut whose blood calls to you, was that to protect me as well?"

"I thought she was my mate…" he trailed off weakly. Harry stared at him outraged, clenching his fists tightly.

"Your mate?" he repeated, taking a step towards the other. "Your mate?! So were so sure that I was your mate you jackass! You told me that I made you feel things that only mates could inspire! You told me that Carlisle confirmed it!"

"I'm sorry Harry, I have no idea what I was thinking." Edward reached out to cup Harry's cheek, brushing away the small water droplets. "I was a fool to treat you so."

"Yeah you were Cullen." Harry closed his eyes as a deep voice rumbled angrily behind him. "Now back off before I rip your hand off."

Edward snapped his eyes behind Harry's shoulder. "Black," he snarled, crushing Harry to his chest gently. "What are you doing here?"

Jacob stood rigidly, hands trembling in anger. "I am here to visit my imprinted, Cullen," he growled. "Unlike some, I know what I have."

The vampire recoiled as if struck, looking down at the dark haired youth. "Harry," he called desperately, bringing the other's face up to meet his, searching his face for a trace of a joke, "Harry, he is lying, is he not? You are my mate, my true mate! This is just a punishment, right?"

"I would never do something so cruel," Harry whispered.

"Get your hands off!" Jacob snarled, rushing forward to tear the two apart. Edward sprang back before he could, letting the tall Native American cradle his mate before he could fall to the floor.

"You can't be," Edward denied, shaking his head to emphasize. "You can't."

"I met him after you left, blood sucker. I knew as soon as I saw him and have given him all the love he could want. I am his 'true mate', not you," Jacob sneered, crouching over Harry defensively.

"Harry," the amber haired teen called once more, "please…"

"Edward, I am not your mate. At least not anymore. Jacob is the one I love, not you." He stared at Edward evenly, willing him to leave.

The vampire stood staring at them for a second longer, and then he was gone, his howl of anguish echoing in the forest. Harry buried his face into Jacob's bare chest, reveling in the pure warmth that radiated off of him.

"I love you Jacob, so much," he breathed, tears leaking out from under his clenched eyelids. "Thank you for being here for this."

"I would do anything as long as I could keep you to myself," Jacob said solemnly, wrapping his arms tighter around the much smaller teen.

The pair stayed holding each other, letting Harry's tears dry before entering the wizard's house, Edward's cry fading into the night.