A/N all the usual disclaimers and warnings.

This chapter is currently unbeta'd. I'm going to be away and I wanted to post it before I left, so when I get back, I'll update with the modified version ^^

Chapter 10 – Hello, London

Apov

1 month later

"Gary? Love, where have you got to?" I peered around the corner of our flat, searching for my husband. I hadn't heard the lift, so I assumed he was still in the flat, but he had no doubt squirreled himself away, "Love, where are you hiding? Have you had to use the loo?"

Garrett stalked around the corner, "Alice, you have got to stop pretending to be British. Your accent is terrible."

"What are you on about?" Honestly, as if I would ever fail, even if I were pretending to be British, which I wasn't, most emphatically. I would give him a piece of my mind, tosser, "Listen, just because you thing I've gone round the bend or something, doesn't mean you can go on about it. It's no trouble of mine if you can't handle some people being a little cultured. At least I don't go round other people's countries acting like a yank."

Garrett's eyes narrowed to slits, "Alice, you're going to get us thrown out of our apartment if you keep this charade up. People probably already think you're insane."

"That's it, isn't it? You think I'm mental? Well, I don't have to listen to this rubbish. I'm going out, and if you feel like laying off of this ridiculous notion you've got, you can find me with Jasper and Edward at that lovely pub we found the other day." Garrett sighed as I punched the button for the lift and waited for it to arrive.

"Just promise me if the police pick you up for 'impersonating a citizen of the empire' or something you won't call them 'bobbies' to their faces. I'm serious, Ali."

"Fine," I huff, "If the bobbies give me trouble, I'll call them 'constable' and I won't insult them to their faces. Are you satisfied, wanker?"

Garrett threw his hands up in the air and stalked off, growling. The lift arrived and I got on and went to the lobby.

We've been in London for about two weeks. At first, there was some nervous chatter about where we would stay, how we would integrate with the current Sanctum op, and who would be in charge. Esme and Carlisle stepped aside as far as organization of operations was concerned. Jason Jenks, the man who currently heads this Sanctum op is an old friend of theirs, so they didn't really mind letting him take point. Jasper was welcomed into their medical, but since he was with Edward, he decided to live away from Sanctum. Poor Edward wasn't accepted readily here. For having sent the request over six weeks ago, this Peter chap still hasn't shown up to vouch for him. It's a load of rubbish to us, but the chappies running the show out here talk about 'protocol'. Complete pain in the arse, if you ask me.

Anyway, as I was saying, Edward and Jasper decided to get a flat, which Jasper wanted to pay for, then we all found out that Edward is seriously loaded. I'm thinking of shagging him myself if I can get some of that moolah. They're disgustingly happy all the time, even when they're not together they go on and on about one another. Rosalie and Emmett were only too happy to resume living in a Sanctum headquarters. Emmett likes the attention he gets when he helps out with training, and the more people Rose has around to torment, the better her mood. Seth came with us, which I had sort of been expecting, seeing as how his sister is a bigwig in London. He keeps mooning over Jasper, which drives Edward up the wall. I think that Jasper secretly likes it, because from what I've gathered, possessive Edward is the only one that will let Jasper take it up the arse, otherwise he's a complete … well… that wouldn't be polite to tell you. That leaves Garrett and me. For some reason people have been on and on about how weird I'm being. I swear Garrett paid them to give me trouble about this supposed accent I've fostered. They should all just leave off already.

So there you have it, all of us here in London town, mostly content but for some complete crap about me. We're mainly waiting until this chap shows back up. He's supposedly gathering intel that will help with the takedown of this branch, including the current whereabouts of Victoria and Royce.

Jpov

"Do you think Alice is still pretending to be British?" Edward asked, grinning over his pint.

"God, if she is, then just shoot me in the face. I swear I never suspected she'd be so… obsessive. Granted, I've never really seen her in an element not filled with stress, but seriously." I sipped my whisky, leaning against Edward as the cool liquid burnt its way down my throat, "I'm happy that she's so, uh… enthusiastic? About all this, but if I have to hear anything about what a wanker Garrett is, I'm going to punch her in the face. After this whole thing is over, we'll probably need bad accent rehabilitation therapy. It's even getting on Carlisle's nerves." Edward turned his head to give me a kiss, and I slipped an arm around his waist possessively when I saw a barman eyeing my man in interest. One lovely thing about this city is that nobody cares if you're gay. It's way less homophobic than anywhere stateside.

"I think I could learn to live here, if not for the exceptionally tiny cars, bad traffic, and of course the whole driving on the wrong side of the road thing." Edward looked at me in horrified shock.

"You can't be serious! Jasper Whitlock would move away from the continent with Texas and his mother?" I shoved him playfully as he chuckled.

"I qualified my statement, you big bully. It's not like you'd ever be fully comfortable here in London anyway." He sobered and I felt bad for bringing up his past, "I shouldn't have… I'm sorry Edward." He pulled me flush to his side and smiled sadly.

"We can't change the past, Jas, but you're right… I don't think I'd ever want to live here again, not with the memories of what I've done."

I downed the rest of my whiskey, hissing as the liquid seared my throat, "It's not what you've done, darlin', it's the Volturi, just remind yourself of that when you start to feel guilty."

He pulled away, "That's the problem, Jas, I can't just let it go at that. I feel like I had the opportunity to reach out to Jack when he was so filled with rage that he just wanted a target to shoot at. I lost that chance, threw it away because I was a fucking coward. You didn't see how it broke him, how they broke him. I should have… done… something."

I saw a tear glimmer on his cheek for a moment before he reached up and brushed it away under the pretense of scratching his head. I nuzzled my nose into his neck, trying to comfort or distract him. He downed the last of his beer and laughed wetly at himself, "I should order a bottle of wine if I'm going to go all maudlin. No more moping for me, sexy beast. We're going to suffer through 'afternoon tea' with Alice, and then I'm going to take you home and you're going to have your wicked way with me."

I smiled and absently wondered if Seth was anywhere in the vicinity, I hadn't seen possessive Edward in almost a week, and I was getting the itch. We'd come to a mutually fulfilling arrangement, but sometimes I just love the feeling of Edward claiming me. I know he'd do it more often if I only asked, but I love when it's his idea the most. Maybe we'll go clubbing sometime so that he can get all growly and demanding.

"Hullo chaps!" I rolled my eyes at Edward as Alice flounced into her chair. Two words and we already knew she hadn't given up on her embarrassingly loud and offensive parroting of our host country's slang.

"What's up twat?" Edward asked in a perfect British accent. If I'd had any liquid in my mouth, I would have spewed it halfway across the bar, as it was Alice nearly shrieked in outrage. Edward backpedaled, "Did I use that word wrongly? Isn't it supposed to mean 'female friend'?" Alice glared at him.

"For someone who lived in London for eight years, one would think you'd be more sensitive to the slang of the country. 'Twat' is an offensive slang, similar to 'wanker'. I'd thank you not to refer to me as such for the remainder of our stay here, lest I be forced to tell Jasper what you said about Garrett's ponytail being extremely hot."

Edward turned red, plan having backfired. I shoved him lightly, "Ere', what's this then? You fancy Alice's man?" I said in my most atrocious Cockney accent, "We'll have a cuppa to discuss this, we will. You'll be singin' a different tune come tomorrow, you unfaithful bastard."

Alice turned her glare on me, "What is it with you two and your barmy British accents? Everyone says that I'm doing it, but you two are insufferable. I should call the Yard and see you clapped in irons."

Edward and I shared a look and burst out laughing, "Alice… you should definitely call 'the Yard' and tell them to 'clap us in irons'. I'd pay to see that." I collapsed against Edward, still chuckling mightily.

"Why?" Alice's expression was suspicious.

"Oh, Alice," Edward answered, "Someday we're going to play a tape of how you sound when you're in England, and we're going to play another tape of how you sound in America, and you'll understand why everyone has been giving you a hard time."

I nodded affably, in total agreement with my man. Alice's face grew stormy, "I'm not trying to be British or anything, you jerks have just been conspiring with Garrett to make me feel bad. If you don't want to have afternoon tea, you could just say it." She pouted incorrigibly, sticking her lower lip out and trying to make herself cry. I sighed, used to this type of behavior when she thought the world was out to get her. Alice might have been a brilliant strategist, almost prescient in her information gathering skills, and ruthless when it came to doling out truth, but she had the emotional fragility of a teenager sometimes.

"Alice, stop pouting, you're not really upset because you just don't believe us." I glared at her intensely until her angry expression vanished, "Don't make Edward feel bad, he's been dealing with some tough stuff as it is, and your tantrum won't help anything. For now, we'll agree to disagree on whether or not you're going native in the worst possible way, and ten years from now, we'll revisit the entire episode, and everyone will laugh at you when you continue to insist that you weren't doing a fake British accent. Do we have a deal?"

Alice shoved away from the table and stalked off without saying anything else to us. I looked at Edward and shrugged, she would get over it… hopefully.

1 week later

The strobe lights in the club pulsed with the beat of music. I hadn't ever been to a gay club before, and from what Edward had said, the man we were meeting was a Volturi. I was confused, "I thought you said the Volturi were exclusively homophobic?"

He leaned close to hear me over the din of dancing, laughing, and music, "They are."

I frowned at him, "Then why the fuck does one of their agents own a gay club?" He laughed and pulled me close.

"It's not a gay club; this is just a one night deal. I thought we could hang out for awhile after we get this guy out in the open." He frowned at me, evidently interpreting my questions as concern or discomfort, "We could come back another time if you want, love." I felt myself flush a little at the endearment.

As a result of moving back to London, however temporarily, Edward had picked up a twinge of the accent he'd hidden during his time in Seattle. He started calling me 'love' absently, and I still blushed every time he said it. I shook my head, "I want to stay," I pulled him close so that our hips connected and swayed gently against him, matching the rhythm. His eyes drifted closed as he snaked his hands around my neck and leaned into the contact. We danced for a few minutes, lost in the freedom of the experience. Almost simultaneously, we drew back from each other, both remembering why we had come, what could happen if we were caught.

"You're sure we'll be safe? He won't know that you've defected?" I spoke softly into Edward's ear, not wanting to be overheard, "If you have any doubts, we need to leave before getting in too deep. You know I can't protect you, so tell me the truth. Could he know?"

Edward cupped my face gently, "It'll be fine, love." He assured me, "Eleazar was my contact because I sought him out and befriended him. After I saved his life in a particularly nasty incident with the Chinese, he quit the Volturi to focus on this place. As far as I know, he still keeps tabs on everyone. He probably knows that I've defected, but he owes me enough that he won't just turn me in.

3 years ago

Epov

The press of bodies is claustrophobic after the austere ascetic element of life in the Volturi. I press through the throng, trying not to breathe too deeply. A sweetly herbal scent wafts through the air, and I feel feminine hands brush up and down my body as women of all shapes and sizes tug at my black canvas clothes. I'm definitely not conspicuous. Undercover work in clubs blows. I should have worn rubber or something if I wanted to fit in, not combat clothes. I spot a woman in combat boots and a thong… really? Then I spot a man in combat boots and some sort of lycra leotard. I shove through the rest of the crowd and try not to look at anyone else, combat boots or no.

Eleazar is going to be pissed that I've tracked him down… well, I think he will. The entire drama unfolding shouldn't surprise me, after the rocky start I got off to with Royce. Of course he would assign me to work on a solo reconnaissance mission that tied back to the triads. I'm not sure why I'm surprised that short men are chasing me with machine guns and vespas, but the less I know the better. That's quickly turning into my motto, and I couldn't be less pleased.

Recounting the last few days… I got caught surveilling a Triad drug deal; they assumed I was MI 5. I evaded their initial attempts to capture me, only to have them call the other Triad gangs around the city. This resulted in hundreds of Chinese men and women chasing me around London as I tried vainly to contact Royce for extraction. I hid out in a church, and was almost impaled when they found me and shot up the entire place, causing the cross to fall a few meters from me, so I'm pretty sure I'm damned. By the way, hat thing about churches granting sanctuary… so not true. I tried to get back to the Volturi, only to find that there is no way to cross the river without being caught. In retrospect, the Triads would probably be in a lot better place financially if they would just let the little fish (namely me) go without expending such extensive resources in their efforts to capture me.

"What the hell are you doing in my club?" Eleazar is pissed, oh well, what's one ornery Irishman up against all of China?

"Can't I stop by to visit an old friend?" I ask mildly. He glares.

"We've never been friends Masen. Just because that tramp of a mother of yours saddled me with you as a contact doesn't mean I like you. You'd better leave before I have you removed, and if you're lucky, I'll forget about this the next time I fall under Volturi scrutiny. You know very well that I don't deal with your kind anymore. I have my own life, my business, and my grandkids to fill my days now. I don't need trouble of the sort that follows people like you around."

As if I didn't know he was into more than just club ownership. I nearly scoff in his face. When he mentions his grandkids I feel a little bad. I wish that someone had cared enough for me to keep me out of the fire like he's doing for his family.

"If you must know, I've r—" The door to Eleazar's office explodes inward and a Triad gunman steps into the small room, leveling his pistol at Eleazar and squeezing the trigger. I tackle the older man to the ground and spin, firing off a quick shot and dropping the gunman. There's a scuffle outside as Eleazar's guards take care of the rest of the Triad members who managed to track me down, but no other reaction to the gunshots. Evidently the club goers are too sloshed or too high to be properly frightened.

I roll to my feet and Eleazar gets up shakily, "You… you should go, Masen. I don't know why you're here, but I want no part of that life. I only swap information for the Volturi because they'd kill me if I didn't."

I nod and turn to leave; he restrains me and jerks his head toward the back door, "You can take the back way out, it leads to a private boat that can leave you on either side of the river… And Masen… You didn't have to save me; maybe you aren't as bad as her." It's the closest thing to a thank you I'll ever hear from him. I suppose it's also the highest compliment he could pay. Victoria muscled Eleazar out of the Volturi mainstream, much as he claims it was his choice. I read the file. She didn't like that he went soft and refused to recruit his children, so she tossed him out. He still provides Intel, but he has virtually no pull beyond his vast experience.

3 hours later

When I finally return to base, Royce is waiting.

"Does she know?" I demand, knowing he'll play dumb.

"Know what?" His placating tone infuriates me.

"Know that you gave me an assignment that should have had at least three members on it. Know that you tried to hang me out to dry, leaving me to fend for myself when everything went cockeyed. Know that you very nearly got me killed from some petty jealousy shit." I stalk down the corridor toward Victoria's office, Royce trailing after me, unconcerned.

He snorts in derision, "As if she would care if she did. You're nothing but a pawn, and that's what you'll always be you gutless puke. Besides," he draws closer, dropping his voice to a whisper, "if you're out of the picture, there won't be anyone between me and the top when she finally kicks it."

I feel my blood run cold. He's done it on purpose. He wants me dead, and he's using his influence to saddle me with impossible assignments. How long can I run?

"You'll never…" I realize I have no cards. I'll have to step carefully, because Victoria obviously won't back me if it comes to a confrontation with Royce, "I won't go down easily, and if you try anything directly, I will kill you."

He laughs in my face and walks off. As he rounds the corner, I slump to the wall. I have to get the fuck out of here.

Present Day

Jpov

We came out of the crowd on the other side, slightly worse for wear. Someone had unbuttoned my shirt all the way down, and Edward's hair was as mussed as it ever got. We had a shared moment of jealousy as we saw the effect of the crowd on each other and Edward yanked me to him roughly, sliding his hands up my sides possessively as he sucked on my collarbone, marking me as his. I groaned and ran my fingers through his hair, tugging gently to spur him on. He pulled away, breathing ragged, and a glint of triumph crossed his face, "Mine." He growled in my ear before releasing me and turning to lead me toward the back of the club.

I buttoned my shirt quickly and checked to see that nothing else was out of place. We passed a couple of hulking bouncers on our way to the office, and Edward nodded to one, evidently recognizing him. I saw two of the men share a glance and felt my stomach clench uncomfortably.

"You're sure?" I whispered. Edward nodded, rapping on the door to announce our presence.

The door swung open to reveal an older man with salt and pepper hair, cut short and carefully groomed. His face was lined with age, but there was a recent scar marring his entire left cheek. He wore a dapper three-piece suit with a trilby hat, and subsequently reminded me of a character out of a 50s movie. Behind him was an opulent office with velvet paneled walls and warm tiffany lamps. I almost smiled at the cliché of it all, but the situation was more serious than that. The man clearly recognized Edward, judging from his reaction. He gave each of us the once over as Edward sized up his old acquaintance. I heard Edward inhale sharply as he reached Eleazar's face in his perusal and the old man's mouth twisted in a scowl.

"Edward Masen," he spat, "If I hadn't already heard rumors that you've abandoned them, you'd be dead by now. You're lucky I'm in a good mood." He jerked his head for us to follow and retreated into his office.

"What happened to you, Eleazar?" Edward gestured to the scar covering half of the old man's face; his eye was almost an invisible slit in the mass of torn flesh. Eleazar slumped into the poofy leather chair behind his claw-footed desk.

"Triad," Edward tensed visibly, "Not because of you, boy. Victoria set them on me about a year ago. She claimed I was meddling."

"How did she…?"

"As near as I can figure, she found out that I helped you out of that jam and didn't like it... I retract my previous statement. It's entirely your fault, just not in the way you were thinking. After hearing about your move to Seattle, I began digging. Turns out she had been getting pressure from above to retire you, especially after your little showdown with the twins. Seems that you were a liability, something about Victoria's blood… I only caught chatter, but they seemed to think your family background made you dangerous.

"Anyway, like I said, I was investigating and poking my nose in where it didn't belong. She had suspected my involvement with the triad incident, and it turned out that she knew about the assignment all along. King was gently encouraged to put you in harm's way, and when it didn't work, she figured it was bad luck. She stumbled upon some Triad file that implicated me and she wasn't happy. She pulled me in for 'follow up debrief' as if I couldn't see through that sack of shit. I'm afraid I got a little carried away. I was always too fond of you, you little shit. Victoria reacted badly." The man mimicked spitting on the ground in disgust, "Volturi have no family loyalty. I'm well rid of them, and I thank whatever powers that be that I got out before it poisoned my family like it has yours, Masen. I'll never sully my hands with them again."

Edward shifted uncomfortably. I understood his tension, since he had been convinced that this contact would still have usable information about current Volturi operations. Clearly he was out of the loop.

"I'm not a Masen; my parents are Esme and Carlisle Cullen." Eleazar looked confused for a moment, and then pulled a gun from his desk with a look of panic. He held it in a shaking hand.

"So that's the score, eh? Esme Cullen is a murderer as much as Victoria Masen is." Eleazar intoned, and his voice was laden with resignation and a little sadness, "is that it? Have you come to finish me, then? I won't make it easy."

Edward held up a hand, "I'm working with Sanctum against Victoria. I thought you were still in the game, and I wanted to know if you had any actionable Intel about personnel or ops that we could use to expose their weaknesses. I swear I didn't know you had fallen out with the Volturi. I haven't had access to the old personnel records in over two years, not since I left for Seattle. I don't have any intention of hurting you, Eleazar; you saved my life as surely as I saved yours. I have no loyalty for Victoria and no compunction to kill you or anyone else who is an enemy of the Volturi."

"Well, well… I think I'd be more comfortable if I knew what brought about this sudden shift in allegiance. Did it happen because you found your true parentage? Or were there… other factors involved?" Eleazar raised his eyebrows questioningly, and Edward narrowed his eyes.

"That would be telling, I expect." The old man dropped the gun and let forth a startling burst of laughter.

"Very well, boy, have it your way. I'll tell you what you want to know, though I'm going to have to ask your friend to step outside. Not like killing me would do you any good in the long run anyway. You I trust; him, not so much." I frowned at Edward, wondering what he expected me to do. His shoulders tensed as he glanced from Eleazar's face to mine. He fiddled with the leather cuff around his wrist and sighed before nodding assent.

"Jasper, it's alright, I'll be fine. Wait outside."

I wanted to grab his hand, but Eleazar had been Volturi for a long time. Whether or not he had a gay night at his club was a matter of economics, not morality. If he suspected Edward was gay, he had made no overt indication, and I wouldn't make an issue of it, because Edward had asked me not to. I nodded and stood, stepping over to the door and pushing it open without a backward glance.

When I wasn't with Edward, and didn't have anything to occupy my time, I realized exactly how far out of my element I was. The bouncers leered at me, standing quietly but imposingly on either side of Eleazar's office door. I felt exposed in my club garb, which Alice had picked out for me. I played with the cuff of the dark blue button up shirt that was evidently very easy to unbutton (if our trip through the crowd was any indication).

The relentless pulses of music drown out any tranquility that might have threatened to relax me, leaving a ball of tension and worry behind. When the bouncers started whispering among themselves, punctuating their conversation with glances in my direction, I got so uncomfortable that I moved away, wishing fervently that Edward were with me.

I made my way carefully to the bar while attempting to sidestep any propositions or wandering hands. Being only partly successful, I still made it to the bar unscathed, and quickly hopped onto a barstool at the very end. The mahogany of the bar gave way to dull gray wall and I scrunched into the corner to avoid the awkwardness of anyone else grabbing my ass. The bartender was a woman and I sighed in relief. She passed me a drink and told me it was from the 'bloke' at the other end of the bar. I made the mistake of looking where she pointed. My eyes locked with the guy and he hopped off his stool.

Before I could formulate a suitable escape plan that would still leave me in line of sight to Eleazar's office, the guy jumped up into the seat beside me, "Hullo, my name's Theo, what's yours?" I'm pretty sure I blanched, which he took for shyness rather than discomfiture, "Come on, gorgeous. It's the least you could do." I smiled shakily, wishing he would just leave me alone.

"J-Jasper." I held out a hand and he took it, bringing it to his lips and pressing a wet kiss to the back. It wasn't Edward, so the kiss did absolutely nothing except inspire me to wipe my now wet hand onto 'Theo's' shirt. I pulled my hand away more forcefully than was necessary.

"Jasper is an odd name… it suits you." He decided after a moment of hesitation. Well shit, I thought, Now that I have your blessing, it validates my entire existence! You've just single-handedly made me realize that my name is suitable. Maybe we can date.

I must have snorted, which he probably took as a sign of good humor. He drew as close as he could without climbing onto my stool and started chattering away, completely ignoring the fact that I was using the drink as a shield between us.

Just as I was about to move for the exit and tell Edward to meet me outside, I felt an arm slip around my waist and pull me from the chair. If it weren't for the instant relief I felt, I would have struck out, but the familiar buzz of heat down my side told me who it was, and as Edward held me close I snuggled into his chest. He snapped at Theo, but I was occupied with the immediate relief his presence brought and didn't hear what he said.

His arm remained curled around my side possessively as he practically hauled me out through the dance floor, "These assholes need to keep their hands off you, Jasper. It's alright, love, we're leaving now." Feeling much safer with Edward beside me, I protested.

"I'm fine, let's just dance. I know you wanted to come here for more than business, and I wanted to see what it was like. Don't let one jerk scare you away, darlin'." Edward looked at me, nodded, then pulled me close and began swaying gently. I pushed him away and spun in his arms, sliding my hands down his sides to his hips.

The beat of the music changed and I saw a couple grinding against each other obscenely. The feeling of Edward under my hands was enough to give me a raging hard on, so I pulled his hips flush to my ass, smirking when I felt his hard cock press into me. He shifted so his mouth was by my ear, "God, Jasper, if you wanted to molest me, you could always do that back at home." I ground my ass into him and looked over my shoulder. Seeing his eyes roll back and his head thrown to the side in passion solidified my good opinion of dancing with Edward.

"I want them to see me with you," I said and found that my voice was already thick with want, "You're mine, and I'm yours, Edward." I turned once more pulled him close, chest to chest, cock to cock. His eyes opened and I crashed my lips to his, watching his reaction as our tongues mingled, mirroring the closeness of the rest of our bodies. We broke apart after awhile and I melted into his embrace, and leaned on him as we continued to slide against each other. Every once in awhile, I heard Edward growl deep in his chest, and when I would look up, he would be glaring at someone. I almost asked him what he was doing the first time it happened, but his arms tightened around me and he slid one thigh between my legs, encasing me in his body. I understood that he was jealous and felt a tingle of arousal through my entire body.

I didn't question it or him, simply enjoyed the sensation every few minutes when he noticed another nobody eyeing me.

After about the twentieth time that he warded off an advance from one of the other club goers, he wrapped his arm around my waist and guided me to the entrance of the club, "We're leaving before I rip the eyes out of the next man that ogles you." He muttered. I smiled drowsily.

"You're the only one for me, darlin'." I dug myself further into his hold as he flagged down a taxi and pulled me in.

When we got back to the flat, he didn't even wait for the door to close before he tugged at my clothes, urging their removal. He pressed me up against the wall and closed me in with his legs on either side of mine, trapping me. I didn't mind at all. As I shed my garments, he alternated between pushing me up against various objects to claim my mouth and assault my flesh and pulling me toward the bed with an urgency I'd never seen before. By the time we reached the bedroom, I was completely naked and he was still fully dressed.

"Darlin', there's somethi—" He picked me up and threw me on the bed. I yelped in surprise, but Edward climbed on top of me and pinned me down, kissing his way down my neck to my bare chest. I couldn't move either hand, trapped as they were under his, and my legs he roughly spread apart, nudging forcefully until I hooked them around his thighs.

As he kissed his way to one nipple and sucked and bit it gently, he pulled my hands together, and I felt something slide around both my wrists and tighten. I gasped when I realized he was tying me to the bed and my legs tightened around his, "Fuck," I breathed and he smirked at me as he assaulted the other nipple. As soon as both his hands were free, Edward started teasing my naked flesh relentlessly. I squirmed and writhed under his expert taunting as he teased my body, leaving me quivering at the slightest touch. Using his mouth and tongue, he exploited my every weakness while completely ignoring my pleas for release.

More than once, I tugged needlessly at the tie fastened around my wrist, and the friction of silk against my immobilized arms emphasized the submission Edward was demanding.

Without touching my aching erection, he slid up the bed beside me, clothes rubbing against my naked side. He drew even with me and straddled my waist, trapping my cock between us. I was practically crying, weeping with need as he bent low, "Mine." He whispered in my ear. I tried to buck against him, but he was holding me down. I tried to grind against him, but he moved along with me, denying me anything that might lead to satisfaction, "You're mine, Jasper, and nobody will ever touch you but me." His voice was steely and his eyes flashed with jealousy, "Who do you belong to?"

"Y-you, oh please Edward, I b-belong to you…" I wept openly, knowing that my lust was bare, that he had full control of me. I begged him to let me come, to take me, claim me. He laughed.

"Tell me again, Jasper, beg me and I'll give you what you want. What do you want, Jasper? Did you enjoy all the men staring at you, eye fucking you? Did you get off?"

"No! Edward, fuck… I-I didn't even s-s-see them; only you… God Edward I need you to fuck me."

"Say it again, Jasper." Edward's voice caressed my ear as he licked his way down my jaw.

"God, Edward, fuck me please."

He smirked and sat back, pulling his shirt over his head lazily. I felt the added pressure on my shaft but no increase in friction. My breath caught as his perfect chest came into view. He rolled off me, and I tried to thrash around, only to be thwarted when he laid his torso across my legs, pinning me once more. He shucked his pants and underwear quickly, smiling broadly as I was transfixed by his rigid cock, jutting proudly out between his thighs.

"Mine." He agreed once more, and then he reached over to the drawer beside the bed and pulled out lube and a condom. He straddled my legs and just as I was about to start begging again, he enveloped my entire length, cutting off any possible intelligible words. I screamed at the intensity of suction as he took in my entire length. He growled around my cock and the vibrations ricocheted through my body. I thought I would die from the inundation of pleasure. Just when I felt I couldn't stand any more, his slicked finger penetrated my canal and worked its way in swiftly. He probed until he located my prostate and began steadily massaging it, easing off on the suction every time my body tensed for release.

He added another finger and then another, grinning and growling every time I begged for more. He pulled away entirely when I was fully stretched and I heard myself keen in desperation, "You're such a needy slut, aren't you Jasper? You want me to plow into you, fuck you until you can't see straight. You want me to fill your ass and pound you so hard that you won't be able to sit for a week, you'd like that wouldn't you?"

"God yes! Fuck me hard, oh Edward. I need you in me fucking now. PLEASE." He chuckled and lined his sheathed cock up with my entrance. His head brushed against my puckered hole, teasing and taunting. I tried to push against it, but he was too far away. I yanked against the tie harshly, feeling the cloth cutting into my skin. He growled and leaned down to bite my neck. I went limp as he bit harshly at the juncture of my neck and shoulder and he smiled against my skin. I opened my mouth to beg one last time when he thrust harshly into me, filling me completely with one long, deep stroke. I shouted and cursed as his cock pushed firmly against my prostate. My body protracted as I curled in on myself, feeling my orgasm starting. He clamped one hand around the base of my cock, forestalling my release even as it started. I screamed his name and begged him to let me come. He started to push into me roughly, the sensation of fullness ripping through my body along with liquid fire every time he brushed against that sweet spot. I bucked and twisted, trying to get free of the hand that kept me on edge. He bit down again and I stopped struggling.

I was completely desperate, fully exposed. He plunged to my core over and over, showing me how much he needed me, and how much I needed him. I chanted his name over and over, still begging for release. Feeling his love wash over me, I found the strength to withstand the barrage. I felt so much pleasure that it turned to pain and then back again. I couldn't sense the passage of time, only the roll of his hips as he continued to thrust. Finally, he released my cock and drew away from my neck, "Now, Jasper. Come now." I couldn't have resisted if I'd wanted to. My orgasm was so intense that I whited out, lost to everything but his body on top of mine, claiming me with a finality that scared and thrilled me. He whispered my name as he came down from his own high, and I knew no more as sleep overwhelmed my abused and sated body.

I felt the cool washcloth as he gently cleaned my skin and the release of pressure as he untied my hands and rubbed my wrists soothingly. I sighed in contentment as he slid into bed beside me and pulled me up against him, wrapping around me with his warmth and love.

The next morning, I woke before Edward and I nestled into his embrace. His cock pressed against my sore ass and I moaned softly, remembering the night before. He shifted and tightened his arm around my waist as he slowly awoke. I turned to face him and saw a guilty look on his face. I smiled and pulled him close, "Last night was amazing," I said and he grinned sheepishly.

"Sorry I'm such a possessive dick." He apologized.

"I like your possessive dick," I grabbed his erection and squeezed, causing his eyes to roll back at the sensation. Just as I was about to push him down and have my way with him, the buzzer sounded, indicating someone at the door. I pulled away groaning, "If that's Alice, where should we hide the body?" I slipped on a pair of sleep pants and a t-shirt, following Edward out into the flat. He opened the door and I saw him pitch backward. Frightened, I ran forward, just in time to catch Edward as he fainted dead away.

"Edward? Oh, God, Edward?" I shook him, trying to rouse him. Looking up at the door, I saw a blond man with grey eyes and a worried expression, "Who the fuck are you?" I demanded.

"I-I'm Jack, Jack Aborneth."

"Oh fuck. You're supposed to be dead."

A/N I know I know, this is a lot shorter than most of my chapters. I apologize. I was going to have more of them in London, but I liked the pacing of it better this way, so here it is. Were y'all surprised? There have been hints, but I've never come out and said it before, so there's the cliffie. Didn't you all love Possesiveward? I did.