Lesson 6: The Sweeter Side of Lemonade - For your homework, I want you to choose a paragraph from whatever story you'd like, and make it softer. Make me feel the character. Make me believe and fall in love in just a few sentences. You don't need to be a wordy whore to make me fall in love with a story, either, all you need are a few well-chosen words. Good luck, and most of all, have fun!
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Edward x Carlisle
Note: The following is a chapter from my story Want. It's one of my favorite stories from when I was only beginning to write fanfic. The original story is not nearly as "sweet" as this, to be sure. If you'd like to know how Edward and Carlisle got to this point and how it affected the rest of the family, check out the original on Ffn and AO3.
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Edward was in Carlisle's study, running his fingertips over the spines of the doctor's book collection. It would seem to the outside observer that he was absently looking for something to read. In fact, Edward was not searching the shelves at all—he was thinking of Carlisle.
There was a reason that Edward had remained alone for over a century. It wasn't because he was turned too young, as Esme used to muse. It wasn't because he was asexual, as Emmett liked to joke. If only they knew how he pined for Carlisle. The two men hadn't had enough time together before Esme came along. They never got the chance to explore their relationship to the next level and Edward was stuck, forever wondering what might have been. Now, the opportunity thoroughly missed, he was relegated to the role of son, as he had been for many decades. He accepted this because it made Carlisle happy. And Edward longed to please his sire. But a piece of him always ached with hope for the possibility that Carlisle would one day choose him.
Edward was pulled from his musings when he felt the tenor of his maker's mind approaching. Carlisle's thoughts were eerily blank, devoid even of the usual recitation of scripture he used to block Edward's gift. Edward picked up the first available book and turned purposefully, as though he were already planning on leaving. The older vampire entered his study with a slight swagger and a strange twinkle in his eye.
*What did you choose?*
Edward started and gulped. "Huh?"
Carlisle suppressed a smirk. *The book.*
"Uh…oh! Um…" Edward stammered, glancing down at the book's cover. He took in the title—at first, aghast by what he saw, and then resignation set in. He answered, shrugging, "Paradise Lost."
*You hate Paradise Lost.*
Edward stood, speechless. He did hate Paradise Lost. He was caught. He grew nervous, unsure of what to do. He didn't get time to figure it out.
Carlisle was by his side in an instant, his hand raised to grasp Edward's shoulder in an attempt to turn the boy to face him. Edward did turn, but he flinched away, recoiling from the shock of Carlisle's sudden touch. Edward's eyes were wide with surprise as he heard Carlisle's thoughts darkening with lust, and he started to back away. Each backwards step only brought Carlisle closer, as though he was compelled to follow, drawn to Edward like a moth to a flame. Too soon for his liking, the backs of his knees brushed against Carlisle's desk, and he had nowhere to go. Carlisle hadn't stopped his advance, and now he stood chest to chest with Edward. The young vampire was only slightly smaller in build than the elder one was, but his boyish appearance made him seem more vulnerable. Carlisle liked that.
The elder vampire tapped his progeny's chest with enough force to make him sit on the edge of the desk. The boy's eyes slid closed, and he tilted his head up and away as a form of avoidance, but his efforts to resist were quickly deflated. In a continuous movement, Carlisle ran his fingertips down the boy's chest, across a nipple, down his abdomen, until he reached his lap, squeezing the hardness he found there. Edward had no control over the low, sensual moan that escaped him.
Edward opened his eyes, though they remained heavy-lidded, and looked directly at his sire. He struggled to employ his final defense. "E-Esme..." he managed to breathe out.
"Shhhh..."
Carlisle pressed the tip of his index finger to Edward's pretty pink lips to silence him. Edward swallowed hard at the lump forming in his throat. He watched Carlisle's eyes as the man watched his own finger trace its way along Edward's jaw, down his neck, and over his silvery scar. Carlisle's lips quirked as he traced over the scar he'd left, the mark corrupting Edward's otherwise perfect skin for eternity.
*So many ways I'll corrupt him...* His progeny shivered when he heard Carlisle's thoughts.
Carlisle's lips were almost brushing Edward's, and the tension in the air was thick.
*You came first.* "You should always have been first."
Carlisle ran one hand through the hair at the back of the boy's head and drew him that millimeter closer. When finally their lips met, Edward quickly folded. His body leaned against Carlisle for support as he melted into the kiss he had longed for since the night of his rebirth.
Breaking the connection, Carlisle pulled away slightly to look Edward in the eye. He cupped the boy's face, and Edward stared back at him, his eyes pitch black.
*I should have done this a long time ago.* "I've always wanted you, Edward."
Seated on the edge on the desk, Edward was trapped there by Carlisle's insistence. That first kiss, along with Carlisle's fervent words, stoked a long pent-up desire within Edward, but his feelings of guilt warred with his yearning to be one with his maker at last. The elder vampire moved forward to capture the boy's lips once more, but Edward stopped him with a hand pressed to his chest. He couldn't do this. As much as he wanted Carlisle, he couldn't bear to betray Esme this way.
"Carlisle, wait. I..." Edward paused, searching for the right words. "I...I don't want to hurt Esme."
*Oh, dear boy, it's too late for that.* "I already have. She's gone away to Denali. She'll probably never return. Let it go. Give yourself to me." *I know you want to.*
Carlisle was right, Edward couldn't deny it. While he loved his mother figure, he had always harbored resentment over her being the one in Carlisle's bed. But he was sick of Carlisle always referring to him in his mind as a boy. He hadn't been a boy since 1918.
"I'm a man," he insisted, sounding more petulant than he intended.
*Trapped in the body of a boy.*
Edward sighed. He'd have to show Carlisle how much of a man he truly was. Edward threaded his long fingers through the hair at the nape of Carlisle's neck, drawing him in for a fiery kiss and lifting his hips to grind the evidence of his manhood against Carlisle's. The older man growled deep in his chest at the sensation, and Edward smiled against his lips, satisfied that Carlisle knew he was much more than a mere child.
Carlisle deepened the kiss, his tongue stroking Edward's intimately, exploring every crevice of his progeny's mouth. He tore the shirt from Edward's body, discarding it without care, and proceeded to run his hands over every inch of the boy's torso. Edward felt his reservations slip away under Carlisle's touch. He moaned quietly as the man teased first one raised nipple, then the other, with his fingertips. Willingly, Edward gave himself over to the man he always wanted.
*God save me from the sins I am about to commit.*
Feeling Edward's resolve disintegrate, there was no stopping Carlisle now. His need for this boy had festered within him for the better part of a century. It was a tidal wave that couldn't be turned—not even, Carlisle feared, if Edward continued to protest.
"I won't."
With Edward's encouragement, Carlisle rid himself of the barrier of his shirt, and pressed his naked chest tightly against Edward's. Feeling the boy's lean muscles rippling beneath his skin bred a feeling of comfort in Carlisle. This was right. He pressed himself against the boy, trying to get closer, even though there was no room for air between them as it was. He ground his hips against Edward's lap as he licked and nipped along Edward's angular jaw and down his slender neck, until he reached the scar he had inflicted. Licking it gently to prime the area, Carlisle fitted his teeth in perfect symmetry with the raised scar tissue, and bit down with force. Edward cried out in pain mixed with pleasure, and his hips bucked wildly. Carlisle was driving Edward crazy, reclaiming him as his own. The desire to return Carlisle's stimulating touches was ignited. He reached for the older man's belt, only to be pushed aside.
"Carlisle, please. Let me touch you," Edward pleaded.
Carlisle's voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. "No, Edward." *I've wanted you for so long. I want to worship you.* Edward did not have the wherewithal to argue, and he let his head fall back, giving himself over to his maker's whims.
Carlisle made quick work of their pants and briefs, flinging them across the room. Edward registered the sound of the garments knocking over a lamp on their way to hitting the wall, and leaving a dent before sliding down to the floor. He would have laughed if he wasn't so distracted by the image of himself in Carlisle's mind. Carlisle's ravenous gaze was trained on the very part of Edward that proved he was more man than boy. It was true that Edward was slight of build; the flu had seen to that. But he had reached a certain…maturity…before the change occurred and he stopped aging, a fact that Carlisle could see oh-so-clearly in this moment.
Long, agile fingers wrapped themselves around Edward's cock, causing the boy's breath to hitch in his throat. For so long, he had yearned for this. It was all Edward could do not to lose himself to the sensations of his sire's hand manipulating him so expertly. He wanted to remember every detail of this, afraid it may never happen again. Carlisle felt Edward harden even more in his grasp. Impossibly hard, to the point that Carlisle thought the boy might burst through the marble barrier of his stretched-taut skin.
"I just might," Edward rasped, his voice husky with need. Carlisle chuckled darkly. *You like that? How about this?*
The man dropped to his knees, his face level with Edward's erection. His cool breath washed over Edward's cock in harsh pants, heavy with need. The tip of his tongue reached out to tease the small slit, before wrapping around the head of his straining cock in a circular motion. Edward's hips bucked as a low sound between a moan and a growl escaped from his parted lips. Carlisle, not beholden to a gag reflex, was able to engulf Edward's length completely within his cavernous throat. The older man suckled him effortlessly, his entire length encompassed in the wet heat of the vampire's mouth. Edward's back arched vulgarly as Carlisle swallowed relentlessly around him. Loud, wanton, nonsensical moans escaped him as he threaded his fingers through flaxen hair, trying to pull Carlisle's face ever closer.
Edward relished the feeling of his balls drawing up closer to his body, signaling his impending release. Carlisle felt it too, and promptly released his erection from the confines of his mouth, causing Edward to whine at the loss of contact. Letting Edward come down for a minute (he didn't want this to end so quickly), Carlisle buried his nose in the boy's red curls—curls that were paradoxically coarse and soft at the same time. Edward gasped as Carlisle slid his hands beneath his rear, cupping his cheeks and lifting them off the edge of the desk.
Carlisle nuzzled the tip of his nose into Edward's most intimate area. Deeply, he inhaled the musky scent that was uniquely Edward. A scent that had no match that Carlisle could name in all his years of existence. He wanted to drink in this boy's scent until the end of time. Edward's fingers tightened in his hair as he listened to his maker's thoughts. Snaking his wet muscle around first one sphere, then the other, Carlisle bathed Edward's balls in his venom, reducing the boy to pathetic, yet highly erotic, whimpering.
Edward's thighs fell open to allow him better access. Every nerve ending felt aflame. Every swipe of the elder vampire's tongue sent an electric current quaking through his body. When the man's tongue lathed his most private entrance, Edward could stand the torture no longer.
"Please," he begged, his voice strained and desperate.
"Please what?" Carlisle's voice was muffled, buried between the boy's legs. He wanted to hear him say it.
"Please...I want you to...I need you to...fuck me." The last two words came out as a growl.
*Yes.*
Carlisle would give the boy what he wanted—what he himself so desperately needed. He raised his fingers to Edward's mouth and pressed them to his lips.
"You don't need to..." Edward whispered, bucking his hips against Carlisle's insistently.
*I want to.*
Edward smiled slightly and accepted his sire's fingers, wetting them with his own venom. Reaching down, Carlisle probed Edward's entrance, readying him for the length and girth of his cock. Edward was right, he didn't really need the stretch; his vampire body accepted Carlisle's fingers without any infliction of pain, and the boy ground his hips against his maker's palm, urging him deeper inside.
"Please...I'm ready..."
Carlisle removed his fingers from the boy, but before he could press his cock to his entrance, Edward sat up and took Carlisle in his mouth, lubricating him. Carlisle's cock was thin, but long. Edward wondered how deeply he would be able to feel it once they were joined.
The sensation of Edward's mouth on him was thrilling, but Carlisle wanted to be inside the boy's tight, hard body. Carlisle grasped Edward's hair and pulled his head away gently. Then, he swept his arm across the desk, scattering papers everywhere, and laid Edward against the cold wood, his rear resting on the edge. Carlisle was too far gone to go slowly. He entered Edward in one stroke, making him cry out loudly at the intrusion, partially from the initial discomfort of being filled, but mainly from the rapture of finally being one with his sire. Edward scraped his nails along Carlisle's back as the elder vampire tried to will himself not to release immediately. When Carlisle's mind had calmed enough, Edward raised his hips, encouraging him to move. Carlisle set a frantic pace, his need for the boy consuming him.
For perhaps the first time in his existence, Edward could focus on nothing but the vampire above him, inside him, thrusting in and out, and the heavy unnecessary panting that came from them both. Edward's fractured moans and heavy-lidded eyes were not lost on Carlisle. The elder vampire was filled with pride that it was he who had the ability to free this boy, to make Edward lose focus on the thoughts of others (and, dare he say, Edward's own thoughts as well).
Edward's eyes begged to close, but he refused to lose sight of his maker above him. He wanted to see everything through his own eyes, not through Carlisle's mind. His sire's eyes were shut, his face contorted in pleasure, his mouth agape, his breath coming in short, labored pants. Every now and then, an exaggerated moan escaped from the elder's chest. Carlisle looked as though he was swept up in his own personal utopia, and that paradise was Edward's body. It made Edward feel proud, and he finally shut his eyes, giving himself over to his own slice of heaven.
With every inward thrust, Carlisle's mind cried out:
*Mine. Mine. MINE.*
Edward could no longer form his own coherent thoughts. All he could do was feel the sensation of Carlisle's claim over him, and give in to it.
He *was* Carlisle's. He always had been.
After decades of waiting, Edward finally felt complete with Carlisle inside of him. His maker stimulated the bundle of nerves within him on every penetration, and Edward uttered sounds he didn't know he was capable of making. He felt lost, and yet found.
Carlisle was in awe of the boy. He looked so beautiful with his head tossing back and forth, his back arching, urging Carlisle deeper and deeper. Nothing could come close to the pleasure he found in Edward. Carlisle found himself teetering on the edge of his release, but he sought to bring Edward to climax before him. He wanted to feel the boy tighten around his length, and watch him lose himself in the ecstasy of their mating.
Carlisle took hold of Edward's cock, which was trapped between their bodies. The friction of their rock-hard abdomens colliding against his cock had been fantastic, but the immediate pressure of Carlisle's hand, pumping him forcefully, drove Edward quickly to his unraveling. Carlisle felt the turgid flesh in his hand expand even more. Edward's body tensed like a guitar string about to snap, and he came with a cry that got caught in his throat. The sight of Edward's body, contorting in the spasms of his release, combined with the image of the boy's seed pumping out of him in forceful spurts, drove Carlisle over the edge.
The building desire within him burst as Edward's channel constricted around his cock, bringing forth his orgasm. With a grunt and a growl, Carlisle collapsed upon the boy, utterly spent. They lay like that for what felt like a long time, simply reveling in what they had just done together. An act that was a century in the making they had both desperately yearned for. After a time, Carlisle peeled himself off of Edward, and angled his head down to his sticky abdomen.
Reverently, Carlisle set to cleaning the boy. He likened it to receiving communion. He bathed Edward's body with his tongue, not wanting to miss a drop, making Edward squirm beneath him. When he was done, he kissed his way back up Edward's body to the boy's lips. They engaged in a languid kiss, pouring all of their shared emotions into one another. Wrapping Edward in his arms and rolling onto his back, the boy fitted himself against his sire's body and nestled his face into the crook of Carlisle's neck. He began to purr. Carlisle's arms held the boy tight, stroking his soft bronze hair.
He would never let him go. Edward was his.
*His boy. Forever.*
