Disclaimer: All recognisable stuff belongs to Stephenie. I just like hurting her characters. Original plot is mine.

Thanks: To tjbaby, venis-envy, VanPireNZ, and kuroiBlackNightingale. Couldn't do it without you girls. ILYSFM.

A/N: Tissue and slash warnings. This is 18+ girls and boys. If you're not old enough to drink (in New Zealand :p ), you shouldn't be reading this stuff.

It was obvious how inexperienced Seth was. He was running solely on instinct, but he wasn't clumsy or hurried; it was fresh, pure, need and desire. He'd pinned me against the kitchen counter and was slowly grinding himself against me.

"Do you wanna fuck me, Seth?"

"Oh god, Edward, yes," he groaned. "God. Do you... is that... is that what you want?"

"Yeah, Seth, I want you to fuck me. Do you have lube and condoms?"

"Mmmhmm," he nodded.

Dear god, he was prepared. More than I could say for myself. "Good," I mumbled. "Bedroom."

He dragged me by the hand to the master bedroom, but once there, seemed to hesitate. "Are you sure? We can—"

"I want this," I told him, pulling off his t-shirt and pushing him down onto his back on the bed. I crawled over him and started kissing and sucking my way down his chest. "I wanna feel you inside me," I whispered against his soft belly as I tugged at the buttons of his jeans.

~oOo~

I dragged Alec through the door by the wrist and kicked it closed before pushing him against it with my body. I glared at him. "How dare you do that to me when I'm trying to work?" I growled.

He giggled, slipping his hands onto my ass and pulling me closer as he ground his hips against mine. "Am I gonna get it?"

"What do you expect when you tease me like that all night and I'm supposed to be working?" I kissed him, hard, tugging on his lips with my teeth, devouring him as he surrendered completely to me.

And then I pulled away and left him there, hard, gasping for air and with a disappointed look on his face. "Oh come on, love, don't be like that. I've got it coming to me, and you know it." He winked.

I couldn't help but smile. I leaned back against the kitchen counter. "You made me walk around at work with a hard-on all night, and now you want me to sort you out? Not bloody likely. I think I'll just go take care of this myself." I pushed off from the counter as if I was about to walk away.

He launched himself at me. "Don't you fucking dare!" His hands went straight for my belt. "I'll take care of you, love, don't you worry about that." He sank to his knees, looking up at me from beneath his eyelashes, a lascivious grin on his beautiful face.

"No more teasing, baby," I admonished, and obediently he took me into his hot, wet mouth. He knew exactly what I liked, what I needed, and in almost no time at all he had me coming.

I pulled him up to me afterward and nuzzled into his throat. "Love you, baby," I murmured.

"You always do after a good blow job, love. You're easy to please."

"Uh uh. I always love you. Always will. You know that."

He pushed me away and looked up into my eyes. "I know, love. Now take me to bed, yeah?"

I took him by the hand this time and led him to our bedroom. I kissed him, gently this time, slowly, as I pushed the jacket off his shoulders. I took my time as I slipped each of the buttons on his shirt through the holes and then let my lips move slowly down his neck and over his chest, nipping lightly at one nipple, tugging on the ring that pierced the other, making him moan.

I pushed him back onto the bed so he was sitting on the edge and then I dropped to my knees. I unlaced his boots and slipped them off his feet and removed his socks. I climbed back up his body, placed a quick kiss on his lips and then unbuckled his belt.

He lifted his hips so I could slowly pull his pants down his legs. "Scoot up the bed," I told him when he was naked.

He lay back on the pillows, relaxed, his hands behind his head. His cock was fully erect and rested against his stomach. "Get your gear off, love," he breathed.

I shook my head. "Not just yet, Alec, it's my turn to tease you now."

"Oh shite," he muttered as I crawled onto the bed over him, taking care not to brush against his cock. I pressed my lips to his, using my tongue to tease his lips apart. I kissed him slowly, until he was breathing hard and wanting more. I licked the sensitive spot below his ear, working my way down and placing firm bites on his throat. He gasped, and his hips bucked involuntarily, seeking friction.

I rolled away and he whimpered softly. Lying on my side I used my hands, trailing my fingers down his chest, playing with his nipples. Moving further down I scraped my short nails along the inside of his hip bones and smiled as he cried out and his hips rose off the bed. "Please, love," he begged.

I ran my hands down the soft flesh of the inside of his thighs. "I've barely started," I whispered in his ear before I climbed off the bed and began to remove my own clothing.

He watched intently, but didn't move. "On your hands and knees," I instructed with a grin.

He looked so good like that, his perfect ass in the air waiting for me. I climbed up behind him, my knees between his, my dick—hard again—nestled between his cheeks as I leaned over him, pressing my lips to his back in a soft kiss. I wrapped my arms around his waist and inhaled his scent. He smelt so good, like home.

This was how it was meant to be.

I moved gently against him, sighing with the perfect contentment I felt at being close to him, holding him in my arms.

He pushed back, impatient. "Please, love," he whispered.

A soft laugh escaped my lips and I pulled myself upright and rubbed the length of my cock against his ass. "You want me to fuck you, baby?"

"Uh huh." He pushed back harder, rocking his hips against me.

"Hmmm." I stilled my movements. "I'm not going to." I pulled away, ignoring his frustrated groan of disappointment. "Roll over."

He did so, and he had the most delicious pout on his lips that I couldn't resist kissing him as I reached into my top drawer. When he saw what I held in my hand, he lifted one eyebrow in question.

I smirked as I straddled his thighs. "I feel like a change. That okay with you, baby?"

When he nodded enthusiastically, I couldn't help the moan of anticipation that rose up in my chest.

He was breathing hard as I positioned myself over his condom encased, lubed cock, and he gasped as I slowly pressed down on him, god, so slowly, taking him inside me. His hands rested on my hips, his fingers twitching, and I knew he was restraining his urge to hold me firmly and thrust upwards, or pull me down onto him.

I slid down onto him a bit at a time, pausing to adjust before I went further. When my ass met his hips, his fingers tightened on my flesh, gripping me hard. His eyes were wide and fevered, his lips slightly apart, and he watched my face. Our gaze had not strayed from one another since I took him inside me, and now his tongue slipped out to lick his lower lip, a smile curling the corner of his mouth.

I leaned forward to kiss him, and our lips met softly as I began to move, at first rocking my hips gently against him.

We both moaned into the other's mouth. We didn't need to speak, emotion flowed between us like water, connected as we were it was more than just a physical connection; with us it was something much, much deeper, an almost spiritual bond.

It had been like that for us always, since the first time our eyes had met.

It was like nothing I'd ever felt before, and I knew I never would again, but that didn't matter; we would be together always. Alec and I. We both knew it; there would never be anyone else for either of us. We were perfect, meant to be, soulmates.

Incredibly cheesy, yes, but we didn't care, especially when we were like this, moving together rhythmically, connected, complete in every way as we moved closer and closer, faster and faster towards our climax.

We came together, crying each other's name against our still connected lips, moaning as we shook together in long drawn out tremors; waves of release seemed to wash between us both, prolonging the ecstasy.

~oOo~

Seth was so beautiful when he slept. He looked so young, so peaceful. He seemed to smile, as if he was completely happy, sated, relaxed.

I envied him.

Sleep wouldn't come for me. Too many things played in my head, distracting me. Tormenting me. I thought I could do this, I thought it would mean something...

But it didn't mean anything. It was release, and that was all. Just a fuck.

To me, anyway.

I'd felt nothing. When he told me he loved me, and I saw the truth of it in his eyes, heard the truth of it in his voice, I felt nothing. He was making love, but I was getting fucked. And he hadn't even noticed.

It just meant that I was a good liar. Selfish, and I was using this beautiful, wonderful man just to hold myself together.

And that was wrong.

I should leave, walk away and never see him again. It would break his heart, but at least I wouldn't be taking advantage of him.

I would fall apart without him. But it was the right thing to do.

The wrong thing, the selfish thing, would be to allow him to love me, when I can never return that love. It had taken this, this emotionless fuck, to show me that I never could. I cared for him, I needed him, wanted him, desired him, could not breathe without him... But when he was inside me, when I was wrapped in his arms, his lips at my ear whispering to me, telling me how good I felt, how perfect I was, how in love with me he was... I felt nothing.

I didn't believe I was even capable of real emotion any longer. At least nothing save grief and loss and pain. I could smile, laugh, speak, but what of that was real? What was any of it apart from instinctual human function?

I could slip out now while he slept and be gone before he ever woke. His heart would break, but it would heal. Seth would get over me. He was young and he would fall in love again. He would find someone else, someone who would love him back, who was capable of it.

I rolled onto my back and tried to summon the strength I needed to walk away from him.