A/N: I just wanted to take a moment to thank everyone who's been reading, and especially thank all those who have reviewed. This is only my second fic, and WVM is actually my first foray into slash writing, so I appreciate all the support!

P.S…I don't own twilight, but I wish I did, because there would have been a lot less fade to black…

Now..down to the dirty business at hand! Yeah, this is about to get even more graphic…so hold on…tightly.


Fear mingled with pure excitement as a surge of exhilaration rocked my body. My hands flexed around the back of the overstuffed armchair, and I was unsure if it would make it through this escapade. I continued to look over my shoulder at Jasper, who was now moving infinitesimally closer to me. His burnt sienna eyes were smoldering like a four alarm fire that refused to be snuffed out. He leaned over me, and as he did I looked away, almost afraid of what was next. I bit my lip and braced myself for glorious pain, but was surprised when I felt his soft lips press against the small of my back. The initial kiss was tender, but was then followed with small nibbles and licks the moved across my back and then down, until he planted a lengthier kiss at the spot where my back became my ass.

I leaned into the back of the chair, and bit down on the black leather as I felt his tongue run down the length of my ass crack, stopping only to swirl around the opening he wanted to fill with his dick. I shuddered and bit down harder as he reached between my legs and began stroking me, while his tongue took the same path in reverse. I felt the fire building behind my crotch, as I had earlier in the day. I could have cum right then, but I fought to restrain myself. I didn't want it to end, I wanted more, and restraining myself seemed to fit with the turn that the relationship between Jasper and I had taken.

His other hand found its way to my ass then, spreading apart my cheeks so that his tongue could have easier access to my asshole. I felt the warm muscle flick feverishly around the opening, desperately trying to penetrate me. I nearly bit through the seat cushion as he sucked gently at the edge of my asshole that shared a border with my taint, all the while his other hand teasing my dick and balls. The burning raged then, practically out of control, and just when I thought I would cum, he stopped what he was doing.

"No, no, no." he whispered at me, as if I were a naughty schoolboy and he the professor. His voice was like velvet death, soft yet grave. He must have sensed what I was feeling, because his words were stern and fell like harsh streams of water on my internal flames.

"You don't get to cum yet…now lets see…hmm…"

I gingerly release the chair's cushion from my mouth and gazed at him over my shoulder. Jasper was scanning the room, his eyes searching for something. Somehow I gathered my sanity long enough to listen for his thoughts and laughed out loud when I realized what he was searching for. He looked at me, startled by the sound of my laughter, but followed my signal as I nodded to the chest of drawers on the opposite side of the room. In a flash his naked body stood before the piece of furniture.

"Where." he growled.

"The top drawer." I whispered.

In a matter of seconds the drawer was open and closed, and Jasper was once again behind me, a can of my favorite brand of motor oil in his hand. Thank god that after my first experiment I had bought a case, under the guise of neuroticism regarding my new car. No one had seemed to notice that the cans had disappeared more than necessary, which I was also thankful for. I continued to watch, with bated breath, my skin aching for him, as he ripped the cap off of the can with his teeth. A smile crossed his face and he tilted his down, staring at my ass. He looked up at me then, the sexiest smirk on his face, his eyes flashing from underneath his eyelashes and brows. If my heart had been living and functioning, surely it would have been racing, or nearly at the point of exploding.

He was going to take me. Would it hurt? Would I hate it or would I love it? I started to panic slightly, as he stared at me for those few split seconds. I wondered what he planned to do next, but with my mind in such a frenzy I couldn't concentrate long enough to hear his thoughts.

His face softened then, and he reached around my torso with one arm, pulling me up and against him in one fluid movement.

"Don't be afraid," He whispered, his voice sounded like sex and his words flowed through me like the scent of warm human blood, intoxicating me and pushing my frenzied state even further. "I'll be gentle…" he laughed lightly, "until I know you can take it." He added. Regardless of being able to hear his thoughts or not, I trusted him.

"Do you want me?" He asked, his mouth still at my ear. My dick quivered as his whispered words continued to roll through me like a tank.

"Yes." I whispered back. My voice was weak because of his power over me, but the conviction in my words was still audible.

"And you want me to fuck you?" His tongue grazed the rim of my ear, and he kissed down my neck until he reached my shoulder, were he bit me lightly.

I shuddered forward, but his arm flexed against me, and he asked me again.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He growled.

When I didn't immediately answer his hand moved to my dick, where it squeezed and stroked me just enough to get me burning again. I bit my lip and concentrated on not cuming. He let go right at the point where I thought I wouldn't be able to hold any longer, and turned my head toward him. He glared at me, waiting for an answer.

"I…I.." I couldn't speak, he had me tongue tied.

He set me back down against the back of the chair, and I continued to watch him, trying to find the words I wanted to say.

"I want an answer, Edward." He growled again. "But since you seem unable to give me one, I'll have to force it out of you."

I watched as he raised the can of motor oil high in the air and tipped it slightly, so that a quick stream of onyx fell from its opening. I felt the smooth liquid hit me, and slowly the trickle down my ass. His fingers began to dance along the my crevice, moving fast and full of purpose. I gasped as his oiled finger entered me slowly, and I pressed my face into the back of the black leather chair. The smell of the fine leather filed my nostrils, as I breathed in deeply, attempting to calm myself. His finger began to move in a swirling motion, and he pushed it deeper as he rubbed my ass with his free hand. I was surprised by how good it felt. Actually, it felt better than good, it felt fucking great. Each time his finger swirled, my dick quivered, and I knew without a doubt that I wanted to do this with him, wanted him to do this to me.

I moved my face from the chair cushion and turned back to watch Jasper work. I got even more excited as I watched him, his face a mix of pleasure and hunger. He caught me staring at him then, and without moving my his eyes from my own, I felt his warm wet hand grab the base of my dick and slowly slide down to the tip.

I swallowed hard, and steadied myself. I was ready. I wanted him. Right now.

"Ask me again!" I suddenly cried, my voice urgent.

The windows shook as his hand landed against my ass. My mouth opened to cry out in ecstasy, there was still silence, but my body reverberated in the aftermath.

I bit my lip and stared at him, his eyes were no longer smoldering, they were on fire.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked, nearly growling.

"Yes..yes, I want you…Fuck me Jasper, fuck me!" I cried out.

In a matter of seconds he had more of the black onyx liquid in his hands, and he rubbed it gingerly on his hardened dick. I stared at the size of it as he coated it in blackness, and wondered if he and I would fit together. He stared up at me, clearly finished with himself, and grabbed me by the hips. I felt the tip of his hard cock find my asshole, and he began to rub it. Slowly I could feel myself opening for him, and my body piqued with anticipation. I watched as his hand moved to guide his dick, and then I felt him push into me. I felt pain, briefly, followed by the odd sense of fullness, but those feelings passed as his dick continued on its path. Suddenly he pulled out a little, and lightly thrust back into me. It felt fucking amazing, and it must have felt good for Jasper too. A slow growling moan crawled from his mouth, and his hands tightened on my hips.

I gripped the chair cushion tighter, which he took as a sign of enjoyment; and he began to slowly fuck me, cautiously thrusting in and out. Suddenly I couldn't see straight, and stars were flying past my eyes. The room was spinning, dissolving around us, and all I could feel was him inside me; his pulsing, throbbing dick sliding in and out, in and out. Our bodies were connected, and he fit into me perfectly, two pieces of an unexpected sexual puzzle. I focused on the rhythm, and suddenly I could see what he was seeing, and I was watching him fuck me through his own eyes. This only intensified the sensation, and my dick stiffened between my legs.

"Oh god," I cried softly, "Jasper…"

His pace quickened at the sound of my words, and he pulled me back onto his dick as he thrusted forward. He moved at a fevered, unfettered pace now, moaning and gasping as his thrusts continued to pick up speed. Each thrust of his dick pushed me closer and closer to a point of no return. I knew that I would eventually cum, and there would be no turning back. I would never want anyone but him, anything but this. Being a vampire I would probably never make it to heaven, but this was damn well close enough.

One of his hands pulled at my hair then, and his fingers wound tightly into it. He pulled my head back.

"I want you to touch yourself while I fuck you," Jasper's voice was strained, as he fought back his moans to speak.

I immediately did what he said and began to jerk myself off as he continued to fuck me and pull at my hair. He started to fuck me harder, pounding away at my asshole that now fit him perfectly. My hand moved faster up and down on my dick to match his pace. The burning was back, the sensation stronger than it had been since Jasper and I had first crossed paths.

"Jasper, Oh God, Fuck!" I cried out, louder this time.

I didn't know which way was up, which way was down. The earth was moving, sky was becoming ocean, ocean becoming sky. His dick moving in and out, in and out. My hand, moving up and down, up and down. His fingers in my hair, his gasping, his moaning. The image of seeing what he was seeing, looking down at his dick sliding into my ass. My senses were overloaded, my body was either going to shut down or explode.

I felt his other hand reach around me then, and squeeze my balls gently. And then it was all over. My body chose to explode. My teeth found the back of the chair, and I bit right through the black leather as I started to cum all over the seat. I screamed out his name as I dropped the leather from my mouth and continued cumming, my body quaking and quivering all over. His dick was still moving inside me, still driving me insane, still making my body feel as though fireworks were being set off within my skin and were escaping through my pores.

"Oh fuck, Edward, you're sweet fucking….ass," Jasper cried out. And then his thrusts were sharp and with one loud moan escaping his lips I knew that he had come inside me. We stayed frozen for a few moments, his dick still inside me, both of us trying to catch our proverbial breaths. He slid out of me then, and even that sent chills up my spine. He suddenly pulled me from the chair and spun me around. His lips were on mine, and his arms pulled me close. He leaned his forehead against mine, and his eyes, now smoldering once again stared deeply into my own.

"Now that was a thank you," he whispered. Knowing that I had given him this pleasure gave me pleasure in return.

"Your ass, Edward," he grabbed it in his hands, "Oh god." He moaned again, his eyes rolling back into his head just a bit, "better than anything else I've ever fucked."

"It was pretty amazing for me too," I whispered back.

"But still no moaning," he frowned. "I did like that little bit of dirty talk you gave me though. Don't worry, we'll figure out what it takes to make you really verbal." He threw his devilish grin at me and I felt as though my legs might give out. If it weren't for the vampire strength I was unsure if either of us would probably even be able to stand.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Jasper said, shaking his head.

I realized he was looking over my shoulder and I turned my head to see what he was looking at. I was surprised to find the almost unrecognizable reflection of the back of my own body staring at me. Unrecognizable due to the fact that my lower half was covered in large, black, gleaming hand prints. Just the thought of what had transpired to get those handprints where they were started to get me going again.

I turned back to Jasper to find him once again looking like he was up to no good.

"There's only one way I can think of to get this oil off of us." he smiled. "Do you have any soap?" he asked.

"maybe, in the bathroom, to keep up appearances."

"Good." he took me by the hand and began to pull me towards the door.

"Um..whe" I wanted to ask where he was taking me, but I stopped, remembering that he asked the questions.

He rolled his eyes at first, but then smiled when he heard me stop myself.

"Even you should know that the best place to take a dirty man…is to the shower."

And with that he scooped me up and we were on our way.


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