Rated M17+ - contains sensuality, angst, dark humor, & talk of character death. MILD Smut

SLASH (YAOI/MxM/GUYxGUY)

AN: - Alternate Universe with New Moon themes, day something in Volterra & Italy. After the 'giving of life.' Jacob & Emmett now have responsibilities & some explaining to do.

*Don't own the characters or book/movie, except original characters & Non-Twilight themes insinuated from here on forward.

-FYI: That wasn't a male pregnancy, I'll explain later to that subject, too.

Pairing: Jacob/Emmett

SEVERAL-SHOT:

Divided by Nature:

10. Seven

Emmett stood angrily speechless, Jacob unconsciously in a guard's arms, before the platform the Volturi took their seat on, Aro smiled with mock ardor, "Should I say congratulations, or would that be inappropriate considering you've never been a father?"

"I don't know what the hell to tell you," the younger vampire stood emotionlessly as a new thought occurred, "Let me and Jacob leave."

"Well, if that is the case," Aro stood from his seat, followed by Caius and Alec, "I want my godchild to be watched over with the utmost care."

"Godchild," the younger full blood nearly spat out the words, his children would know nothing of these beings, "He won't even know your name."

"Careful, boy," the eldest brunette said, "Gethrin, is his name. He is part of our contract; why delay the exchange of our terms? I'd like to do this now when both fathers are present."

"Tell me who 'Gethrin' is first," Emmett near hissed, his intent on hostility alarming and drawing the others.

"He is quite gifted, he will tell you himself," the younger blonde snidely stated, drawing his crimson robed arms up to his chest, chin held high, "As of now, you are indebted to Us. Would you rather leave with the children, or empty handed?"

"I want to walk out of here with Jacob and the seven," the larger vampire's gaze flicked to Jacob, then to the pale, red eyed faces of the Volturi.

"That is where you are flawed," the brunette said defensively, "Gethrin was a member of Volturi in the past, he will serve again. That was his vow, signed in the blood of his wife."

Emmett's angry unconvinced tone spiked, "You want me to raise a monster for the Volturi?"

"Oh, Gethrin despises that he be called a monster. He is immortal," the smaller brunette stepped from the platform to Jacob, a cold hand flicking the area of his healed wound, "Reincarnated, in fact. Quite dead he was centuries ago, quite alive he comes back to us now. All that aside, the original disposition was to keep the child here and have him raise the seven he bore for you."

"What's the new plan?" the younger vampire disapprovingly watched, keeping his bad moods in check, the red eyes met his.

"That we keep the child, as a form of valuable collateral, and you take the children. When they come of age, you bring them back,-" the eldest immortal explained sliding away from the halfling, "-so that we may pick Gethrin out of your flock."

The younger paused in thought, to make a way to take the children and Jacob with him, "What if I take Jacob and the babies-"

"Preposterous," the brunette curtly interrupted.

"I'm not done yet," Emmett passed his copper glance up a while before meeting back to Aro's, "when they do mature and think for themselves, I'll ask him if he wants to be part of the coven. Won't that be better than forcing him to grow up bitterly hating the Volturi?"

"Then go. We'll leave you in peace for a period of five years, we'll offer some assistance in giving you identification papers and other necessities. To see that you go through with this agreement, one of the coven members will alternate in paying you a visit," the elder vampire motioned for a pair of undead aide's to assist in their leave.

"Five years," Emmett said taking his apprentice from the aide, the doors opened to them as he turned to leave.

-

It was only three past midnight since Jacob's last 'giving of life.' The wounds might have healed, but the pain coursed freshly as he lay asleep in the limo. Before Emmett sat two immortal girls, the old woman, and several guards, each with a cooing baby in hand, the bodies as small as newly born puppies. He had one seat to just him and his exhausted companion, he smoothed the long hair away and leaned the smaller body up on his broad shoulders, without looking into the children's unopened eyes or holding their bodies, he knew that they were his to protect. The men held the children with their cupped hands, considering how large his hands were, they'd have no need for cradles.

"You have very beautiful children," the little bejeweled girl held a silently breathing boy, "Truly remarkable adults they'll grow into."

"Thank you…-" the vampire cut off, at a loss for her title or what to call her in the grand attire she wore.

"Madam. Madam will do," she held the sleeping boy in her hands and lightly touched a kitten-soft tuft of hair, "This is Gethrin, a baby boy. What are the other's names?"

"I don't know, really…" he trailed off looking at the seven, he noticed that the members held each baby as if they were their own.

"I'd like to meet your coven. The Cullens, correct?" her red eyes looked to his for approval, he nodded and placed a cool hand on Jacob's shoulder, their wondering stare watched them.

"You wanted to know Gethrin?" she bundled the child more securely and rocked the tiny body.

"Yes," he honestly answered.

"He was a shape shifter from long ago, he called himself the 'Surviving Son of the Four Legged People'," she said in a matter of fact manner, her body swaying and others' doing the same.

"How did he give himself a rebirth?" he asked, the little girl's eyes flitted to his still black ones and to the sleeping body.

"A presence lurked in your mate's shadow," she looked out the window, blackness speeding by uneventfully, her tone lowered, "As soon as he stepped foot on European soil, the blind soul took hold of him…when he phases or becomes angry, the soul interferes and makes him furious fourfold."

"But how did he come into this family?"

"He was a shaman, very powerful, very dangerous. He learned from Wei," she nodded her head in the vampire's direction, the immortal in olive green nodded to Emmett, "And he learned to read body signs from Gethrin. Palm reading."

"Palm reading," he shifted uneasily as the talk about Gethrin resumed, "Is it possible that he read the children's palms?"

The adolescent in the drab green looked to 'Madam' for permission, she lifted the hand of child he held and urged him with a nudge, he flipped the small hand and traced the lines.

"This boy is a shape shifter, very mischievous," the male named Wei said, "He will change at four months when he suddenly goes through his second stage."

"This one is a girl, also a shape shifter, kind, clever-," the man listed on another baby, "-and an eager healer. She will change in three months by her natural ability."

"This one is a boy, a vampire, exceptionally able bodied," he continued after receiving another baby, "He will make you both very proud. He will change in eight weeks by the girl."

The handed the children over to him as he further read into their abilities and personalities.

"This is a girl, a half breed, a great companion. She will be aged in four months. As a precaution, do not anger her."

"Why?" the young immortal looked as anxious as a father during birth.

"She has the ability to literally suck the years off a human," the Asian man warned.

"Boy, a shape shifter, secretive, withdrawn, he'll have the gift of producing mirages. He will change in three months."

"Beautiful girl," he lightly touched the sleeping girl's black curls, "Very shy, compassionate girl. She has no gift, but she will astonish you. She will change in two months."

"Gethrin. That same chi courses through his tiny being from lifetimes ago," he smiled at the baby, as if he were meeting a long lost friend, scanning the palm, he said, "But what is this I see?"

Emmett sat up straighter, alarmed, "What? You see what?"

"He will have the gift to shift his shape into an animal and into any gender," the man named Wei smiled to the confused look Emmett gave, "That isn't so bad as I make it seem. He will be like a grown child. He will change in five months."

The younger vampire sat back down, "This won't be diapers and such right?"

"No," the little girl in blue said, "But they might need to detoxify every night."

"What about Jacob? Does he have an ability?" The adolescent man leaned forward and took the offered palm, his face at first looked serious then astonished.

"He has the ability to give life to immortal children extinguished through the Volturi. I've never heard of a gift so unusual," the adolescent said, his face serene and caring to the concerned partner, "And, wait, what is this? He can lend his own liveliness, or something of that sort, to other immortals who come in physical contact with him."

Emmett held to Jacob the longer they rode and the more the sun began to rise, suddenly out of thought he requested, "Is it possible to drop me and my acolyte off at a hotel? He might still be tired."

The girl nodded and quickly mumbled something to the driver, the driver stopped off at a the rented place hours later, Emmett took Jacob in his arms and turned to the limousine, the vampire knew it was silly to lug his adoptive brother everywhere, but them being apart only made him want to savor every moment they had, "Thank you for everything, they're waiting inside."

All eyes looked to the door as he came through, Alice, being the first on her feet ran to Emmett, "What happened to you? Is Jacob okay? Who did you bring this early in the morning?"

"Really, Alice? They're the Peking Coven," he said, tiredly but possessively holding his halfling, the girl quickly but gently squeezed a gold toned arm and peeped to the side of the door her sibling didn't occupy.

"I never knew that there was a separate Asian coven," Alice looked behind her brother's shoulder to the vampires advancing into the abode.

"We are now alongside several," the little girl in blue said, she led in the woman and her twin sister. The pixie-like vampire stared wide eyed at the scandalously immortalized children and the many who populated the inside of the studio area, she looked her brother for and explanation, he shrugged and went to his parents' instead.

"Mom, dad, you are now grandparents. Happy anniversary," he watched as his mother and father practically flew, in high spirits, to the children and began hugging each of the tiny bundles, they grinned warmly to one another, conversing about how the children looked like the other. Emmett smiled and went back to the awaiting limo, he knew it was wrong to leave his children behind and run off with their father, but he had to make up the possibly three dozen weeks of absence, and this reunion just couldn't wait.

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Jacob shifted in his sleep again, one groggy eye cracked open to see Emmett's face above his, instantly those soft, cool lips pressed to his cheekbones and warmed as he touched the neck fabric on the broad back with his weak fingers.

"Am I dead?" his voice quietly rasped out, the vampire smiled and dove again to the warm face, lips pressing softly against his.

"Half a way there…" the immortal nuzzled against the pale olive cheeks, their light and gradual coloring charming him all the more.

"What happened?" the halfling finally worded, through the drowsiness, he pulled himself up to the larger body and nestled into the short brown curls, "I just remember two kids and a basket of pears."

"Can you handle the truth?" Emmett took him from the bed and sat him up on the edge.

"From here I believe in pink elephants," Jacob rubbed one eye.

"You gave birth," the full blood honestly answered.

"How?!" the halfling started, the color of his cheeks deepened to a dark red, "From where-….!?!"

"Through your arm," Emmett took the warm left hand, traced the weakly pulsing healed wound, "It looked painful."

"That's what that popping sound was," he laid his head on the cool shoulder, relieved deeply that he woke to his mentor.

"How about that haircut?" His eyes shot to the vampire, that handsome smile gracing his full lips.

Jacob couldn't help but to grin also to the thrill of slightly missed danger, "Yes, right now."

"I'm still gonna give you hell for hacking it off," Emmett stood and nodded to an open door to the corner.

"As long as I wear the pants, too," the younger pulled off the oversized coat and tossed it to the bed, he walked into a miniscule bathroom, barely six by ten rectangle of room, he only took a few steps and ended up in a bathtub.

He sat down and watched as Emmett rummaged through the cabinets under the low sink, a wooden box emptily clanked on the tiles. The vampire pulled out a pair of scissors, and near floated to the side of the occupied tub, quick cool fingers swept the black threads from Jacob's face, from dark root to end, the pale palms stroked the mane back, fingernails gently raking backwards to his nape. The full immortal marveled at the pale olive sinewy neck, it's thickness and low steady pulses, the two blades swept at his nape, then higher, closer it clipped to his scalp. A new air lightly parted the short tufts behind his head, then the last of it from his forehead fell on his shoulder. Emmett plucked it and tucked it into the box, along with the rest of his clipped strands. Jacob thought it creepy but didn't want to break the silent ambience of his hair being cut, as if he could lose evidence of what ordeal he went through. As if he could forget and imagine the past few months in Volterra not happening. But Emmett put so much care into picking every single piece and putting it into the box, as if those inanimate strands were a part of Jacob, they were, but it was no different if it had been cut from his body. He looked to the vampire behind him, then to the floor, "I don't want to forget a piece of you."

He blushed at the unusual explanation before the pale immortal hauled him onto the hulking shoulders, the halfling at first leapt from intrigue to panic, "You're not serious-!"

"Yeah, I am," Emmett said after dropping Jacob on the bed, he crawled between the long legs, arms hooking under the initiate's shoulders, the immortal just stared, finding that the change of hairstyle made his mate look quite rugged. Really a good choice he improvised on the first haircut he gave. That beautiful mischievous smile bloomed slowly across his lips, he just settled his weight fully on the smaller body, feeling the warmth emitting a fraction colder than a human's normal body temperature. The halfling just lay also, the bed's cool sheets erasing the sensation of the Volturi's velvet bedding, just being held by the hard work perfected arms, their breaths mingling together in the humidity, he glanced up at the pale face, dimples deeply present and rosy with life, an almost human blush. Or life he made sense of.

"Not that I'm complaining or anything like that, but isn't this where you get all teasy and try to rip my clothes?" Jacob leaned into the short brown curls and relished their gentle twining at his brow as the larger vampire's arms heaved them closer, his fingers worked into it's dark brown thick richness, he tilted himself into the most intimate, gratifying and memorable embrace they shared since his shift in species, and his mentor's last drink of life from his then alive veins. Torsos melded back together, as if two halves of a locket snapped closed, and merged permanently from ever leaving each other's presence.

"We'll get there, Jay," the immortal languidly slid down the toned body, his arms reached up and twined in the short black tufts, it delightfully brushed against his fingertips as Jacob held the thick pale wrists, bone and skin jutting ever so slightly to his gold-silver palms, turned his head and laid his lips on where Emmett's pulse supposedly thumped his skin, his emerald ringed eyes darted to the black dilated ones, the full vampire complimented with a lick of his lips, "I like your haircut."

Jacob's lips transitioned into a modest smile, he nuzzled into the large hand that brushed down to his cheek, the masculine softness perfectly concealed the hungry ancient killer. The halfling couldn't care less, his eyes shut, lips opened against the pallid wrist as Emmett dragged the hem at the bottom of his shirt up, chin grazing the clenching abdomen as a groan vocalized from his destination, pale jawbone dipping into the navel and continuing upward. The full immortal brushed his chin in the dip of the collarbone, and released the shirt end at the sinew leaping shoulder, his right arm detached itself from Jacob's left ear and slithered down to the graceful 'S' of the halfling's lower back, the taut musculature fit perfectly in his open palm, the pallid aureate skin warmed and spread it's heat like a fever, crawling up into his hands and making itself visible in his bloodless cheeks.

The vampire's left hand cradled Jacob's neck, the half living jugular vein throbbed and beat as he tested the shivering skin, his nose near the right pumping vein, his scent, Jacob's scent, filled his throat and lungs as he inhaled deeply. Their first time, their second time, their third time, and now, all poured the unsatisfied hunger he dared not have in Volterra. The familiar skin, the male smell, the blood flowing underneath, enticed his tastes. He remembered, the human's delicious liquid vitality, the lifetimes compressed into the pints of molten purity, how it caressed around the canines and grooves of his teeth, how it ran down his throat and jumpstarted his heart like an overcharged battery to a dead car. The claws of his three month hunger surfaced, his stomach squeezed into a million knots, throat dry, parched and aching, lips pulsing from the memory of Jacob's skin, the defiantly thrumming warmth.

His mouth moved before he could comprehend what he asked of Jacob, "Jay, I need a drink."

Instantly the slightly smaller body froze, green rimmed eyes wide, breath still, "O-okay…"

Emmett sensed the hesitation, he, in his right state of mind would have pulled off Jacob and apologized, yet, his body stayed still on the firm torso, his lips opened, teeth set and aching to strike into their most beloved home, so near, a puncture away from rivers of fluid cuisine, at the last minute, he snapped his jaws shut and burrowed his forehead into the warm neck. The initiate's exhales accumulated dew on his shoulder, he knew it was stupid to feed off a vampire, a half vampire, half human or shape shifter, but he Wanted it, he Needed it, he Craved it beyond sucking life out of a deliciously attractive human, or a herd of forest fauna. He kissed the partially weak pulse and asked, "Do you trust me?"

The halfling's eyes widened in disbelief. Of Course he trusted the vampire, naturally he had the utmost faith and fully entrusted himself to his mentor. Why would Emmett be asking an obvious question like that in the first place? Had he no confidence in where his life companion believed?

"Completely," Jacob assured, his free hand veering Emmett's lips to his, a warming pressure trickled across, mixed and leaked telepathically through their touching lips, his arm slid down to the edge of the vampire's jeans, he lightly tugged the end upward, the full immortal pushed a fraction of an inch away until their upper bodies lay flat and bare to each other. They groaned throatily as Emmett pulled his initiate's straining member out, no time for waiting, not enough restraint to keep them both in check. His hand gently grasped the erection, he languidly slid the soft hold up once and stayed, Jacob breathily panted before the vampire greedily consumed the wordless compliment, tasting first the light coral blushed lips and the harmless saliva of the smaller form, free and clear of undead poisons, he delightfully lapped the halfling's open mouth and inched his hand down the heated extremity of skin, a murmur vibrated opulently under the immortal's lips. He rocked his own hips up into the lower area of the halfling's hard-on, met with a lower whimper, he ground steadily upward and teasingly lessening his touch, then brushing himself back forward, pause.

Jacob's eyes peered open through the haze and his endless gasps, first catching two concentrated black eyes staring intently into his, so engrossed that they shined like a pair of glass ebony spheres, his pale beige hand caressed from the paler nape to a brow, his thumb slid from the deep curve of the space between Emmett's eyebrows, his thumb felt lightly along the marble-like gap between the black eyes and dark brows, the vampire vacated his gasping mouth, before he could regain sanity or mobility, a series of wind-like breezes whispered a line down to his chest. The mentor flicked his tongue out in circles, sliding wetly around a tiny pink nub, after a full circle, the initiate threw his head side to side, unbearable teasing as the larger hand slowly milked him, the long fingers applied pressure sliding up and lessened it's hold creeping down along with his tongue swiping circles around the nipple below his mouth, he groaned breathlessly to the new sensation of the unmoving damp slither licking along the juncture where the small pink nub lay surrounded by the pale olive complexion.

Jacob tensed, close, close, climax spreading like a drop of blood in water, the familiar hot-cold sensations intensified as Emmett licked his nipple once, then lightly bit down, the hand suddenly left his erection as the right hand at the sharp arc of his lower back gripped the firm pair of spherical sinew, his hand shot down to the pale wrists as it gave another hard squeeze. Suddenly a breath flushed over his length, he looked down to see the vampire's devilish grin, without warning, the soft thick lips devoured him, his upper body flexed upward, as a strangely moist digit caressed the end of his tailbone, sending waves of alarm and a strange bodily need in hot waves up to the top of his head, his back ached from holding his raised posture, his body wanted what he was afraid to desire.

"Em-…mmet," the low drawn out consonant in Emmett's name made him raise his head and grit his teeth from being on the brink of eating his halfling. His hand stilled in extracting Jacob to completion, instead, he awaited the younger to regain his speech, "I l-…"

His throat caught unintentionally impairing his voice to halt, in his mind he had what he asked laid out perfectly, the dangerous three syllable sentence, their doom if it ever befell. The vampire listened intently, he partially understood the impact of the next words, he knew and been through hell and back to hear them, he confessed already, and this would mean that what they both felt for each other came full circle. Jacob made up his mind, his voice emptied of hesitation and lust long enough for him to audibly utter the next few words, "…I love you…"

The most beautiful thing happened as those words tumbled into clear meaning, this wasn't a spur of the moment kind of love, it wasn't a 'hurry and fuck me' statement, completely the opposite, a declaration of total espousal. Emmett nearly tackled his halfling as he leapt up, his hands twined about the short black tufts, lips nipping and caressing against he slightly darker ones. Unspoken messages deciphered and quickly sent back, Jacob's hands groped around for something to hold to, settling for the large right arm wrapping under him, he gasped as a jolt steadily exploded from his nether regions, then the set of teeth rested on his neck, breathing in and out the well-known metallic earthiness, his tongue lazily laved the area he had to himself once several months ago, grip tightening on the erection and his bodily grinding resumed, the slighter torso erupted into beautiful waves of spasms and whimpers, the vampire stilled.

He chanted 'he trusts me' through and through as his lips drifted lower from his gums to the soft skin, the blush tinting Jacob's cheeks warmed against his lips and teeth, the body twisted once more and pushed up into his, he kept the pace gradually rising, grip also slowly tightening, the pallid beige flesh vibrated from the resonate groans stringing out of the half alive lips. Jacob's broken voice cracked like unraveling yards of ribbons, "-…Do it-…"

He bit down as the younger immortal moaned his orgasm, Emmett immediately began sucking hard, ushering the blood to change it's course and flood into his mouth.

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Emmett couldn't have think of a better mess to be in than one that was good to look at, he made sure Jacob got enough rest before they walked to the condominium instead of riding in the limo. They got sick of the low ceiling and the stares they got from locals, actually, no one could possibly be out at two in the morning. The moon shone beautifully under the silvery wisps of remaining clouds, they still couldn't get over what happened in just three months and a week, maybe more, maybe less, but they had responsibilities now.

The vampire said after several miles of silence, "We're 'fathers' so I might as well come out and say this…"

"Say… what?" Jacob glanced at the unsure expression his companion hardly wore.

"That before I met you, I was a literal sex addict," the immortal said, he pressed forward on the cobblestone but kept his eyes forward, lest he see a hurt expression that he'd never forgive himself for.

"That's all?" He looked to the halfling, no surprise or anger from those green-gold eyes.

"Not even half," he explained unknowingly increasing his pace, "-If I craved human blood, I used to fuck them and kill them in the process and …"

"…Only Rosalie knows," he continued, "She forgave me the night Jane took you."

"Okay, okay, time out," Jacob pulled the pale arm back to face him, "Why are you telling me all this?"

"The day I first came close… I mean Touching close,…" Emmett nervously shuffled and kept his eyes from making contact, "-This wasn't all planned out…!"

"I really wanted to just use you because I was frustrated with being kept on a short leash," the vampire skittishly confessed, "And when I first touched you more than a friend should have… - I knew that … I wouldn't try to have you for your body or blood."

"I won't ask you to be mine, because You caught me…," he said after a pause, "…not the other way around."

"I don't belong to myself anymore, I can't think straight without you here," the full immortal continued, "And now that we have…'kids', it's even worse that I can't own you. You don't belong to me, not to Edward. You are your own person and I can't lock you away for myself."

"That's it?" Jacob sounded surprisingly calm about the situation and spewing truths.

"I think that's all that was bothering me," Emmett shuffled a bit, face hanging low from the moonlight.

"The reason you can't have me is because we equally entrapped each other. It's funny, I saw you once, the day I was bitten. I thought I was dreaming or high, but through all that pain and steam, all I could see was you. It's probably that 'imprinting' thing my dad used to talk about. He told me that if a wolf, or shape shifter took One…-" the halfling leaned up, hands to the pale face's sides, "-look into another's eyes, then that would be the person that their lifetime was spent with."

"I believe those stories dad tells me," his fingers gently touched around the ruby-like spheres, "I didn't understand those feelings I have for you then. Maybe now, you don't have to worry about me not belonging to you, since I'm as confused as you right now."

"That explains A Lot," Emmett grinned, they walked the rest of the way, their fingers locking each palm to each other, if one looked closer, the vampire would have been seen as blushing, their shy gazes on the floor as they made their way to the complex. Jacob now concentrated on the life warming hand, the strange dull thumping also, it was a nice change and appreciated show of affection. This was going to be a long parenthood.

Sorry this chapter was late & short! Bashed my head good on icy pavement & I'm now good to go after several days in a metaphorical hell.

I think I'm getting used to this Lemon stuff, whee! Will type out more in a bit.

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The next chapter will only Summarize the nurturing & life with children, more understanding of who they are will arise eventually.

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Only 1-8 more chapters to go! We are near the End. I think hommina party.