Edward got a tattoo.

He had been contemplating it at first, but resolutely decided to get it in secret. It was located on his hip, a Tiger Swallowtail butterfly, wings highlighted in light blue ink.

Jacob would have thought that was pretty damn gay. Hell, he still does. But, in Edward's defense, he claims there are other reasons for him getting a butterfly (which Jacob would have to agree are pretty legitimate reasons, but he would digress).

Edward says that since his skin is penetrable enough now, he had wanted to experiment with the idea of piercings and tattoos.

Which is how Jacob came to his current predicament: staring at Edward's entire exposed torso just to see a small spot above his left pelvic bone where the new tattoo was.

Edward himself is just sitting, slouching, reclined on one hand with his buttonup shirt completely unbuttoned and hanging off this thin shoulders that he was some Calvin Klein model. There were only a few rays of sun penetrating the clouds above, and the few within these couple hours Jacob had spent with him that actually greeted Edward's skin, and didn't sparkle.

He supposes Edward is just basking in his newfound humaneness, with the pain of his first tattoo and all. Edward says it's been a century since he felt like this and Jacob was beginning to wonder why he didn't kill him three months ago when he first found him with that carcass. And even moreso, why he still hasn't killed him.

Jacob supposes it was because he looked more human. That is, he would have looked more human if he didn't have his latest kill right to his left with the blood smeared on his face like pizza sauce.

Edward liked to eat almost the entire human, not just suck out all it's blood. Currently, as he reclined, he had the bone of a hand sticking out from his mouth, plump tonue wrapping and licking around the bone for that last bit of flesh. He informed me it was the radius. Jacob couldn't give a damn about which bone he gnawed on. It all made him sick. But he couldn't find it in himself to rip him apart and burn him from existence, especially with his new found humanity.

Edward could cry, he could breathe, he could bleed.

Jacob takes a deep breath and sighs it out, looking away from the patch of newly tattooed skin that barely shimmered with the sun's rays.

It was setting, Jacob noted and his pack has got to be wondering where he was by now.

Jacob glances back at Edward, the sharp slope of his jaw, softened only by the feminine features he never got the chance to outgrow before he was turned into the immortal undead he was today. Jacob stood to take his leave.

"Going already?" Edward questions, finally sliding those freshly red-fed eyes Jacob's direction and he briefly wonders how he hides them from his family. How he could hide anything this big. Edward just continued to stare, and Jacob wonders if he could even still read his mind.

"Mmn." Jacob hums, giving a quick nod. "You better get out of here before they find you."

Edward gives this oddly warm smile, his cheeks flush as he licks off the blood from his lips, the radius bone now between his slender fingers.

Since Bella, Edward hasn't broken the treaty. There hasn't been any local news about missing people or random dead bodies, mangled and all their blood sucked out. Jacob could only imagine he got the bodies past the treaty border. Nearby states or even in Seattle, maybe Richland, Yakima, or Walla Walla. He didn't know, but as far as Jacob knew Edward hasn't broken the treaty.

Jacob guesses when it comes down to it, that's all that really mattered. That he's doing this grotesque thing away from treaty lands, even if he does bring the bodies here.

Slowly Edward stands, eyes blinking languidly over those brimstone orbs. The mangled, torn up corpse was held by the arm that was still attached. Though the skin was torn and the muscle nearly all gone, showing patches of the femur. It dangles by the tendons attaching the skeletal structure together. Jacob can't help but think he's like a wild animal, stalking off with his half-eaten prey before anyone else can take a bite.

Once Edward was fully standing, he looked to Jacob with another slow blink. His lips curl up into another light smile. That's the smile he gives Jacob that tells him, "I'll see you soon."

It was flirtaious and wrong, Jacob tried to tell himself.

Jacob turns around before he see Edward run away with the dead body of a middle aged women and heads out himself towards La Push borders. He didn't bother to phase into his wolf form, with the memory so fresh in his mind everyone would find out in an instant. At least after a few hours he could successfully block out those thoughts from the pack's minds and fill them with pseudo memory of his patrol, or even just him lazing around the house.

Jacob wonders what compelled him to let Edward live, or keep him un-maimed. Edward had killed the girl he had loved. Bella... But after the initial shock and after he had pinned Edward down and realized that he was so human, he stopped trying to murder him.

Jacob sighs and pushes those thoughts out of his mind. The sun will set soon and he needed rest before his patrol late tonight.


Jacob was once again back with Edward in his special meadow. He remember this was where his pack killed Laurent, once upon a time.

Edward doesn't have his kill with him this time, but Jacob could still smell the faint, fresh human blood that lingered on his pale skin. A distinct smell of iron.

Week after week went by without any incident on the news about missing teenagers or people on treaty lands. And as those weeks went Jacob could be seen sitting with Edward in this circular patch of non-forest, Edward daring to come closer and closer to him. Sitting so close to Jacob, that he could barely even comprehend Edward was beginning to lean on him for support.

Briefly Jacob wonder if Edward would tell him more about how his feeding changed his vampirism into humanity.

"It's really weird." Edward talks first, basically snuggling closer to Jacob's neck. His face turns in towards Jacob's shoulder and then leans forward. The breath, although not as hot as a human's might be, still sent shivers down his spine when it puffed against his skin.

So far, Jacob knew he has human abilities, body wise, like crying, blushing, his skin is easier to penetrate and break. All this he knew from that night he attacked Edward, and let him live his wolf replies.

A week or two ago he let Jacob in on another secret. Edward was starting to tolerate human food, enjoys it even, because his body doesn't reject anything that isn't blood anymore. Jacob can faintly hear the slow palpitations of his heart. It was a very low heartbeat. Under 50 if he had to guess, but it was there.

And now he'll let Jacob in on another secret. Because Edward always starts out with "it's really weird" before telling Jacob how else this change of his affected him.

Jacob wasn't disappointed.

"My venom seems to be losing its potency." Edward says first, experimentally, voice lilting like he was suggesting something. Jacob was confused at first and he turns his eyes to Edward as Edward did the same. "I can't turn people." Jacob had no idea when Edward was able to hook his arms around his, but it wasn't unwelcomed. Edward's skin barely held warmth, but it honestly felt nice against his heated skin. Jacob was shocked, to say the least. What did he mean, he couldn't turn people anymore?

"It means exactly as it sounds." Edward said upon reading his thoughts. "I can't turn people into vampires. I hypothesize the amount of blood I drink had neutralized the venom needed to change humans, or something. Whatever." He explained and Jacob found himself nodding along.

Edward laying with him was just strange; did he not feel impending danger? Like Jacob wasn't going to suddenly attack and kill him?

Edward chuckled and leaned his head on Jacob's shoulder, completely at ease.

Yeah, right, Jacob thought, of course he wouldn't. Jacob didn't kill him that first night, or any other time he came across Edward, why would today be any different?


"How does your family feel about this?" Jacob asked him one day, actually opting to speak instead of asking his questions via telepathy.

Edward looks at him, puzzled by the question.

Edward wasn't laying on his shoulder today. He was practically flaunting himself across Jacob's stomach. His lean form stretched out across him.

He'd made Jacob lie on his back and he plopped himself down, his stomach over Jacob's. With every breath Jacob took Edward rose and fell, unpreturbed at the rocking motion. Edward slid down so that his hip rested on the ground, arms lazing across his stomach as he stared at Jacob.

Edward shook his head.

"They don't know." Of course they don't, he thought, because Carlisle and his family were vegetarian vampires. What would they even say about this?

"How do you keep it from them? Your eyes are a dead giveaway."

Edward pursed his lips, probably wondering if he should tell him. Edward's lips seemed to curve into a knowing smirk.

"Alright, I'll tell you another secret."

Edward seemed so giddy, barely hiding the manic behind his smile. He bit his lip for a moment, internally debating if he should tell even though he had already agreed upon it. Ruby red eyes darting from one edge of the forest to another as if to make sure there was no one but he and Jacob around.

Edward leans in close, his breath ghosting over Jacob's chin as he reclined his head to see him better.

"... I can manipulate their powers." He say, just above an audible whisper. Jacob scrunches his eyebrows together, wondering how he could.

"I don't know, but I can! I can block Alice from seeing my future, or let her see a completely false one. With Jasper... It's a bit harder, but I can still fool him. I can hone in on a neutral feeling and pretend that's what I'm feeling!" He seems like a kid on Christmas, opening presents. The thought made Jacob laugh in his head, but Edward doesn't notice as he rambles on.

"And the red eyes- silly Jacob." Edward laughs and lays back down on Jacob's stomach, head on his chest in the most coquettish of ways, arms resting on either side of Jacob. "You should know humans can come up with pretty useful devices such as contacts."

Jacob nods dumbly, slowly getting over the fact he can keep such a big secret from his family. Also trying to get over the fact Edward seems to actively flirt with him.

Edward lifts his head once more, staring at him until Jacob stares back.

"How do you keep it from your pack?" Edward asks back but a knowing curve on his lips tells Jacob he already knows Jacob is able to keep his thoughts from his pack.

Jacob goes on as if nothing had transpired. Acts like he hasn't been laying around with the enemy, who had broken the treaty too many times to count (more like only once. Did killing humans outside of treaty lands even count?). Acts like the hostility he felt towards the Cullens was still there like a burning inferno. Jacob acts the same as he always had following Bella's death.

But somehow, his brain couldn't and wouldn't comply that he needed to turn Edward in, that Jacob was keeping him a secret for a reason. Jacob only sighs and lays his head back down as Edward did his, content to listen to the steady beat of the werewolf's heart.


Edward was getting quite bold with the affections he's showing, more than anything.

Jacob didn't think it was weird, not really. Well, he's lying. Maybe he did find it a bit weird... But, when Edward had started to get closer to him, Jacob hadn't thought much of it. Maybe Edward was curious and for some reason Jacob knew Edward wouldn't hurt him.

But now it was kind of getting ridiculous.

And dangerous, but not for the conventional reasons.

First it was the leaning, then it was using him as his personal couch, pillow, or chair. Now Edward was practically in his lap. Jacob had taken to sitting against a tree, slouched lazily with his legs stretched out.

Jacob had been watching Edward munch on the bones of his latest victim. Finishing off the brittle bones of fingers no doubt. Jacob ventured he already finished off the rest of the body.

Once Edward was finished, he glanced at Jacob curiously, licking off the bit of blood that was just at the corner of his mouth. And Jacob felt mostly nothing (in terms of revulsion) as he stood and plopped himself right between Jacob's legs and rested his back on his chest like he was some big love seat, couch- thing.

Jacob didn't feel any impending doom, with Edward so vulnerable and open to him. Especially when Edward turned to his side and snuggled into his warmth, eyes closed and body lax.

Poking him in the stomach, Edward only squirmed before getting comfortable again. He didn't respond to the few calls to his name or small nudges. Jacob had concluded that Edward had fallen asleep.

Something new to add to his change.

For comfortabilities sake Jacob decided to lay his arms around him, linking his fingers and resting them on Edward's sharp and prominent hip bone, just slightly higher where his effeminate curves started.

And they stayed like that for hours until the sun began to set behind the horizon.

Gingerly, Jacob roused him from his slumber and Edward awoke much easier with a languid stretch of his lanky feline body. Edward turned over to lay on his stomach, still perched between his legs. Edward wrapped his arms around Jacob's waist and childishly cuddled close, murmuring something about not wanting to wake up into the fabric covering Jacob's stomach.

"We have to," Jacob tells him. "It's almost nightfall. You don't want the pack finding you." He tries to reason with him, he really does. But Jacob only felt Edward's arms tightening around his waist. Not as feminine as Edward's, but still quite discernible with his muscular body.

"Wanna know a secret?" Edward mumbles into his tank top as he finally opens his dulling red eyes, still murky and cloudy from sleep. Jacob nods for him to keep going. "I'm really strong." Edward tells him conspiringly, unhooking his arms as he slides his way up Jacob's body and rests against his chest. "But, I found out I'm weak, too." Jacob raises a brow, wondering what he was getting at. Edward takes a moment to settle himself in Jacob's lap, face deep in his neck breathing in his scent, nosing at his curves.

"My powers are at an all time high," he continues explaining. "But my body is weak against attacks. I can be killed easily." Edward's hand reaches up to run his fingers alongside what Jacob can only guess would be his veins underneath his flesh and muscles.

"Say..." Edward begins softly, breath ghosting at the base of Jacob's neck and he suppress a shiver. "Since I can't turn anyone anymore, can I try...?" Edward lets his question fade away, but Jacob knew what he was talking about as he traced a part of his neck. A part where he can easily feel and hear Jacob's quickening pulse. Edward presses his lips to a place on Jacob's neck, it's not a kiss. It's where he wants to take the blood.

Jacob sits frozen, arms still resting on that dip above his hip bone as Edward parts his mouth and take a breath.

Jacob's enticed.

He can't tell Edward no.

So, Jacob did the only thing that made sense in that moment.

Jacob let Edward bite him.


It's been a few weeks since Jacob let Edward "sample" his blood. Since then, Edward takes little pricks of blood every now and then. Sometimes sporadically, sometimes he waits until Jacob relents to his silent pleas and begging glossy eyes, fanning his lashes in a slow bat of his eyes while he pouts his lips flirtatiously.

Jacob lets him drink as much as he could stand to be without, without becoming sick or dizzy.

Edward always paced himself, and Jacob. If Jacob look too weak, he'd wait days until he takes that much blood again. When Jacob was spent and the wound was licked clean and healed over, Edward would lay Jacob's head down in his lap and runs his cold fingers through his hair. Edward would hum lullabies to him softly and let him drift off to sleep.

Edward would always be sure to rouse Jacob gently, makes sure he could stand, make sure he didn't feel the after effects of being bitten. Jacob doesn't try to hide when he wasn't well, at least not when he was with Edward. As much as Jacob could keep those moments and thoughts about Edward from the pack, he could barely keep himself from lying to Edward. Edward would see through his facade in a heartbeat, because Jacob knew that even with a guarded mind, Edward could still read his thoughts.

So Jacob let Edward pamper him in those instances.

And those instances had become a regular occurrences.

Jacob didn't want to admit how much he was at such peace with this- Edward drinking his blood, Edward killing humans, how Edward is always so affectionate towards him now when all they did before was fight over Bella. Jacob couldn't understand Edward's transformation. And frankly, Jacob didn't want to question it either.

Jacob was content like this, weird as it may sound.

With Jacob's head in Edward's lap and Edward's fingers doing wonders to dispel the oncoming, recurring headaches he's been getting from Edward's daily feedings, Jacob couldn't bring himself to care. It will be a few more days until Edward would want to feed again. Maybe a prick of blood here, a little prick there, but nothing too extravagant until Jacob was feeling better.

Amazingly Edward seemed very concerned for Jacob's wellbeing, considering Edward might think of him as his prey.

Jacob breathes in a sigh and Edward looks down from where he had been staring at the sunny sky, massaging Jacob's scalp. Jacob peeks a glance before closing his eyes. Jacob felt lips on the side of his temple. It wasn't a kiss. Just a brush of lips against skin.

Jacob was currently aware of his own denial but chose to be ignorant that, that brush of lips against skin, and subsequently any other brush of lips against his skin prior to now and subsequently any other brushes of lips on his skin in the future, was, indeed, going to be a kiss.

With another deep breath Jacob let his consciousness fade. Edward would wake him up when Jacob had to go, or when Edward did.


A/N: Omg new chapter, so soon? I love you guys~! Thank you for the reviews favorites and follows! It really motivates me to write more.:3 I hope you enjoyed this awkwardness of my writing. Is it long enough for you readers? I can never seem to write enough... Oh well, thank you! *hearts

This was totally edited so yeah enjoy the new version!