Rage


January 6th 2014

Crushing our lips together I kicked the front door of the dark apartment open, winding my hands into his flaxen colored locks groaning deeply when his sturdy arms locked around my waist. Struggling with our bags Jasper gripped me with one hand, while the other dragged our suitcases inside. Fuck, I was so hard. The way that he was pressing up against me had my dick straining against the zipper on my jeans. Growling in my throat I thrust my tongue between his awaiting lips, eager to get these clothes off so I could finally ravish him. The flight home had been long and monotonous, we had left Forks in a flurry due to the fact that business had called and I needed to be back in New York for the big case coming up in a few weeks. Aside from that I just wanted to get the hell away from my family and everything else that was blocking Jasper and I some quality time together. Of course there was something else, another reason why I insisted on leaving last minute but Jasper would never know the real reason. I kept it locked away, hiding the ugly truth so that it would never reach the light of day and allow my lies to permanently take over. Beyond my family's intrusions, past the all the hurt Carlisle has caused and all the way through the bullshit we went through in order to be together, there was one thing I couldn't stomach. It was the fact that Riley, the loathsome cock tease was so close to Jasper.

Truthfully, I hated Riley, more than any reason that made logical sense.

I hated his hair, hated his clothes, loathed the way he had Jasper spun around his well-manicured finger. But however much I detested him, I had to admit the kid was ballsy. Kissing and fawning all over my fucking boyfriend in front of me, was downright dangerous—and I could tell it was all a part of his plan. When he had done it, I was just about ready to see what this punk ass kid was made of, but Jasper's love for him held me back. If Jasper didn't love Riley then I would have beaten him bloody, laughed when his teeth shattered and cracked, or sneered when I twisted his arm causing the bone to snap, then I would have torn the limb clean off—If—Riley wasn't Jasper's best friend.

Until then I swallowed the bile rising from my throat, yielding to merely sit and watch Riley shamelessly flirt with Jasper and for him to flirt back. As always Jasper was oblivious and made no attempt to stop. I could see now how perilous their friendship was. When I first met Riley I had misjudged him, only seeing a flamboyant queen from the projects, what I failed to realize was their natural chemistry, the mirth behind Jasper's eyes when Riley would look at him or the easy flow of their conversations as if they could talk for hours. That skinny bastard was threatening everything that had taken eight years to get and with one twirl of his finger or one swish of his hips he'd have Jasper. Of course I had led my beloved to believe that eventually we would get along, hell I even booked him a ticket to visit us in New York. Little did Jasper know that once he got his bony ass in my state, things would be different, we would be in my territory and I'd be more than willing to tell that piece of shit where to go. For now at least, I had something Riley would never have and as Jasper frantically pawned at my belt buckle, roughly tearing it from the loops I grinned into the kiss. Shrugging his thick jacket off I ran my hands all over his broad shoulders, the thick muscles felt rigid beneath my palms and Jasper slide his hand down my ass, his fingers casually dipped between my ass cheeks. Throwing my head back he sucked on my neck, licking and claiming me as I closed my eyes and enjoyed this little taste of heaven. Suddenly the room flooded with lights, my eyes burned as they shot open frenetically searching for the source.

"What an unexpected surprise," A voice broke through the air.

Jerking away from Jasper I tried to straighten up my askew clothing, pulling up my jeans that were almost hanging from my waist and tried to smooth out my erratic hair, while Jasper did nothing to fix his attire. He merely stared at Garrett with disdain written all over his flawless face.

"Garrett," I replied, my voice cracked and I coughed to clear it. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here," He deadpanned, crossing his arms over his chest. "Or have you forgotten that?"

Licking my swollen lips, I grabbed my suitcase and brought it inside the apartment from where it was neglected out in the hallway. The apartment was immaculate as always, Garrett was standing in the living room with a glass of milk in his hand, wearing a pair of loose sweats and a rumbled t-shirt.

"No, of course not," I said. "Sorry, I thought you might be staying with…I just wasn't expecting you here that's all."

"Well here I am," He sneered, his brown eyes narrowing. "I hope it didn't ruin your plans,"

The air became tense between us and I could feel Jasper shuffling beside me, pulling his suitcase further into the apartment. "Right…..well, we should be off to bed….lots to do tomorrow…."

Without commenting he turned around and walked back towards his room, slamming the door shut. Sighing I helped Jasper carry our bags into the bedroom and set them down beside the dresser, too tired to unpack. Jasper hung up his winter jacket and took off his long sleeve sweater, along with his jeans, throwing them all on the floor.

"I thought ya said he was movin' out," Jasper said standing in his briefs. "Ya said he would be gone by the time we got back."

"I didn't know he was going to be here," I mumbled, running a hand through my hair. Since my last conversation with Garrett I assumed he would want to leave as soon as possible so that Jasper and I could start our lives together. "I'll talk to him in the morning,"

"Don't bother," Jasper answered. "It's better if he leaves on his own terms or else he might leave kickin' and screamin',"

"It makes no difference,"

"Yes it does, you should be wise and remember that," he said, throwing the blanket open and crawling into bed, then turning off the lamp. I sat there for a long time wondering how the fuck I was going to broach this subject with Garrett. He was my best friend, yet Jasper was…everything. How was I going to tell him that he needed to get out? That I needed space with my boyfriend and he was in the way? After everything that I've put him through it didn't seem right to toss him out on his ass like that? Standing up I took off my clothes and got ready for bed, Jasper's light snores beckoning me to sleep. An idea struck me as I slinked in the bed beside Jasper—what if I took the liberty of finding him another place to live? There were condos around the city perhaps we could do that tomorrow after to work. I made a mental note to schedule some time out of the day to book an appointment with a Realtor. What was the harm in giving him a little nudge?

The next morning I awoke early, my mind already racing with what was to come. Mr. Smith's deliberation for the pretrial was today and I had sent a memo to the team that everyone needed to be in the office this morning so we could discuss the details. I showered quickly, and then dressed in gray slacks, along with a white button up shirt and a skinny tie, matching it with an indigo blazer. Marching into the kitchen with my briefcase I poured myself some coffee and smiled when Garrett came in, shortly after mumbling good morning before fixing himself some breakfast.

"Did you happen to read the newspapers yesterday?" Garrett asked, sipping his coffee. "They are already trying to predict the outcome of the trial,"

"Why am I not surprised? Please tell me that Mr. Smith did not make another statement."

"No, from what I read he's been really tight-lipped about the situation."

"That's good to know," I replied, grabbing a fresh blueberry muffin from the basket in the middle of the kitchen table. Munching on the edges I kept one eye on the time, this was the biggest case of my entire career it was hard not to be anxious to get it over with. Mr. Smith would be indebted to us and if we won, the publicity would be insanely good for our firm Even though E&G Criminal Defense Law Firm was already on the map this would just obliterate any competition we may have had. Letting my mind run wild with possibilities I barely noticed when Jasper came into the kitchen, beautifully disheveled, eyes heavy with sleep and wrapped his arm around my waist, pressing a light kiss to my cheek.

"Hello," I said warmly, returning the hug and kiss. "You're up early,"

"I wanted to see you before ya left," His voice was deep and I felt a shiver run up my spine. "Good luck today,"

"Thank you," I answered, kissing his firmly on the lips. Just as I pulled away I watched Garrett flinch violently before turning his entire body towards the counter. "I'll see you when I get home,"

"Alright," Jasper smiled as I put my mug in the sink, grabbed my briefcase and then waved to him as Garrett and I walked out the front door. When I got into the office I went through my calendar, checking for dates to set the trial for, when my eyes were drawn to a specific date that was circled several times and had writing in capital letters. Fuck, palming my face I can't believe that I completely forgot. There circled and written in bold letters was Garrett's birthday, this Friday. I felt even shitter than I did before. Reading over the date I realized that I had made a reservation at bar down the street from our apartment and invited several of our colleagues and friends to surprise him. Picking up the phone I called the bar to make sure the reservation was still available, then I made more calls to some friends to see who was actually coming. Surprisingly, everyone I spoke to was planning on attending and once I finished with the calls I went back to working on Mr. Smith's case.

The day dragged after that, with Garrett periodically popping in and out of the office, running small errands for me and holding a meeting with the entire team. It was exhausting to say the least, everyone was on edge before the trial, they knew how important it was for the firm, and I could barely relax until lunchtime when I finally spoke to Jasper, who was studying with his tutor. He seemed ecstatic to take a break and speak to me, however brief the conversation was, he was decidedly the highlight of my entire fucking day. Once I finished up with that I went back to work, Garrett barged into my office holding a stack of files muttering under his breath about having to go back to the drawing board in regards to the case. We didn't finish until after ten o'clock that night and I was incredibly eager to get home. When we got inside the apartment, exhausted and agitated, Jasper was there waiting for me with a steaming cup of hot tea, his hair slicked back and wet from the recent shower he just took. Shortly after that we fell into bed together, torso's glued together, legs interwoven and it soon hit me that I had never been so happy in my whole entire life.

That same night I found myself gazing off into the distance and wondering how long it would take before my demons started catching up with me; it was only a matter of time when they did. Tiredly, I rubbed my hand over my face trying to understand where this paranoia was coming from. If I ever planned to continue my relationship with Jasper I needed to stop thinking like danger was lurking around every single corner or that someone was trying to take him away. As I trailed my fingers down his arm I felt a cool possessiveness wash over me, it was like climbing into a steaming hot tub of water, my muscles instantly relax and the water gently massaged my muscles. This new drug was addicting, overwhelming and I wanted to stay here forever. Right before I snuggled deep into the covers a thought nagged at me insistently. Turning my head I glanced at the night table, my medication bottles sat forgotten, along with a tall glass of water. Easily I could reach over, down the pills and fall back into a dead sleep, but the desire to move that extra inch became obscured.

Why should I? Being off my medication made me feel better, my mind wasn't muddled and fatigue didn't grapple at my ankles trying to plunge me under.

I felt free.

Shifting deeper into the tempting embrace I ignored the pesky thought and returned to my slumber.

After all, who needed to be sane?

The next several days I was at my peak, rushing around the office making all the necessary preparations for Mr. Smith's court case. Our team was being stretched to the limit and I barely had time to eat a proper meal during the day. It was a constant hurry to get things going, with the press hounding us for a statement and trying to keep our eyewitness safe. Whenever Jasper would visit me in the office he'd say we were like a bunch of chickens with our heads cut off. Those visits usually ended with me bent over the table with him fucking me ruthlessly or him under the table sucking my cock. Through all of that I felt pride swell in my chest, because nobody noticed.

Nobody had even the slightest inkling that I had stopped taking my medication.

Before I went to bed I distracted Jasper so he never discerned that I stopped taking them and I barely saw Garrett in the mornings anyway. Instead people were commenting on my fantastic moods, they all thought that I seemed happier or something. I felt like I was an actor on a stage, which I could easily pretend to be normal and at the same time feel the adrenaline, the authority racing through my veins. Everything seemed to come more alive, I could taste things vividly; they weren't dulled by the slow suppressing weight of the medication. Instead of a black and white I was seeing red, bright red and everything was on fire.

It was all so magnificent.

However, with every high there was a new and terrifying low.


Squeezing my eyes shut I tried to block out the never ending pounding in my head. There it was again, those whispers against the gloomy freezing breeze outside my window, and I thought for a moment there was a figure standing there—watching me. Of course it was absurd there was nothing there, yet I could feel it, right underneath my skin and it terrified me. The murmurs were in a foreign tongue, each word gathering volume as they passed through my ears. Abruptly I got up off the bed, my eyes frantically searching the room for that damn noise. Where the hell was it coming from? What the fuck was that? Jasper stared at me puzzled and I breathed in deeply before storming over to the window and closing it shut. The air stilled around us and I felt calm, and a little foolish for getting so paranoid over nothing. With a deep sigh of relief, I leaned against the mahogany dresser waiting for the bustling in my head to diminish. These days it seemed on constant alert and without the medication my neurosis was getting worse. If that wasn't something to worry about than the perpetual fear of being watched was. The hair on my arm bristled when I thought about it, dark thoughts, dangerous thoughts that I swore I would never think again entered my mind for the first time in eight years.

Licking my dry lips terror gripped my heart because I could feel it, moving under the surface of my skin, like a river of black venom it polluted my veins—the rage was starting to get restless. I wanted to feel it, see it rear its grotesque head, leering down on me with the same soulless eyes. It was like being in my own slice of heaven, surrounded by hell fire and twisted beings.

"Jasper," I grunted.

He looked up from his place on the bed, with the laptop wedge between his legs and his sweats hanging low on his hips. The eyes I have come to love flashed with worry and something else, these days they were always filled with concern.

"Please, I need you." For some reason my voice was hoarse as if I had been screaming all night and that might have been true because my dreams were getting worse. Last night I dreamt I was being chased by a hideous monster that devoured me, consuming my flesh. It was so fucking disturbing that I woke shaking, eyes glistening with tears and revulsion because I enjoyed it.

Jasper said nothing at my weak plead, he merely placed the laptop on the bed and walked over to me. No words were exchanged as he forcefully turned me over, shoving my body up against the table. I bent willingly, exposing myself to him in a way that made it possible for him to take full control—and dominate me. Gripping the edge of the table I pressed my cheek against the cold, smooth lustrous surface as he yanked down my jeans and boxer briefs in one go. Bracing myself I heard some movement behind me before I felt his blunt erection pushing into my hole. There was no warning before he pierced the tight ring of muscle, his cock sleek and wet with the condom and lube. I tensed, the pain was immeasurable at first and it took a while before I finally calmed down so that he could move. Jasper's nails dug into my hips and he pounded into me, there were no sweet nothings or declarations of love just us fucking. He knew exactly what I needed—to forget and feel pleasure and pain wrapped up into one. Groaning I focused on his balls slapping against mine or the sparks of ecstasy dancing in my core as he brought me to the height of my peak. I was so wound up that it only took several more thrust before I was coming onto the side of the dresser, quivering through it as my vision blurred and black spots danced. Jasper immediately pulled out, I could hear him striding into the bathroom to get a cloth to clean me up, he wiped me down, then pulled my pants up. Still shivering from my orgasm I managed to stand on shaky feet. Disposing of the condom he pulled his sweats up over his half hard cock, then turned and just stared at me. "Did you take yer medication?"

My eyes instantly shot over to the night table where the pills lay untouched for several days now, not that Jasper would ever notice. Picking them I drowned a few of them, making a big show about swallowing them for Jasper's sake. He relaxed a little and even managed to toss me a smile and as soon as he turned I spit them out. It hurt to deceive him but he needed to understand that I couldn't love him fully if I was too drugged up to think straight. Surely, Jasper would understand that medication was stupid and I am perfectly capable of looking after myself without it. Soon he would see how much better I was without.

"We should get ready for the party,"

The minute we entered the bar I was swarmed.

Old college buddies from Yale greeted me with friendly smiles and warm pats on the back. It was nice to see the old gang again and as we made our way over to the long table I saw Garrett at the head wearing a tasteful Tiara and a pitcher of beer. The guys surrounded Garrett cheered and scolded me for being twenty minutes late. "Late as usual Cullen," Ethan chastised as he gave me a long hug, his red hair was stylishly spiked along with his clothing that look completely designer.

"Well I see that didn't stop you guys from starting without me," Ethan shrugged; his face completely unapologetic as he took a seat beside Garrett. "Jasper this is Ethan, we were neighbors my first semester of Yale. We all used to call him mom because he cleaned up after us,"

"Well, I wouldn't have to if you guys weren't nasty as fuck," Ethan grumbled.

"This is Paul, Andrew, Lucas, Jayce and Matthew," I pointed to the remaining guys seated at the table who nodded towards us. "This is my boyfriend, Jasper,"

"Boyfriend," Lucas echoed a little shocked. "Well, it looks like I've missed a lot since I've been gone" He shot a look towards Garrett.

Snagging a seat on the other side of Garrett, we managed to find a chair for Jasper so that he could sit beside me. "You didn't miss that much," I replied trying to ease some of the tension. The pub that I chose was dimly lit, the wooden chairs and tables gave it an old western tavern feel and I noticed a large pool table in the back.

Garrett stood up, mumbling something about needing more shots and the conversation was immediately dropped.

"Christ, my wife is going to have my balls if I come home drunk tonight," Matthew complained, but that didn't stop him drowning his glass of beer.

"Your wife always has your balls," Lucas injected. "Woman are a pain in the ass anyway I don't know how any of you are married,"

"It's simple, love," Ethan said. "My wife takes all of my shit and at the end of the day she's still a kick ass mom to my kids,"

"I think it's called Valium" Lucas scoffed. "With the money I make there's no way I can find a woman who isn't a gold digger. It's impossible,"

"Well, maybe if you didn't brag about how you make six figures a year, then maybe you'd have a better chance," I joked. When Garrett brought another pitcher of beer and shots to the table, I proposed a toast, to staying friends over the years and of course Garrett's birthday. I tried to keep Jasper engaged in the conversation but he was content to sit back and watch the night unfold. At close to midnight, Lucas and Garrett started to slur their words and Matthew decided he needed to go home for the sake of his balls. The goofy smile never left my face as the alcohol began to buzz in my system. Jayce and I spoke passionately about the major holes in the legal system and how if we could, how to change it, since he was in civil law we had a major discussion on what we hoped to see changed in the years to come. My head felt dizzy as we spoke and I snuggled up close to Jasper, glad when he took off his heavy coat and sweater to expose his short sleeve shirt that made his tattoo visible. Jasper didn't mind, he stroked my hair lovingly listening to the conversation around him but didn't comment.

"Finally for the main attraction," Garrett laughed standing to his feet, looking past our table towards the door with his face nearly split with a smile. "About time fucker I thought you'd never make it,"

"Oh, for some reason I knew it was going to be worth it,"

I froze.

That voice that I knew all too well penetrated the air, infecting it. For a brief moment I thought I was in hell, that I spontaneously died was sent straight to hell. The world tilted on its axis when the voice approached the table, with ease and charisma that could make baby panda bears swoon. It was so fucking wrong. This could not be happening, my eyes immediately shot to Jasper who looked as completely stunned as I was. My jaw dropped to the floor when Garrett hugged the stranger and kissed his cheek like they had been friends for years. Digging my blunt nails into Jasper's leg I held back everything in me not to kill the fucking coward where he stood.

Judas in the form of Peter fucking-Garland caught my eye.

It was those damn hazel-green eyes, wavy brown locks and dark brooding eyebrows that I dreamed of strangling several years ago when he ratted us out to the police. I would never know what possessed him to do something so horrible, but I stopped caring when I thought he left Forks and disappeared with his slut two years ago. Anxiously I watched emotions flicker on Jasper's face, he seemed confused and completely torn. Peter and Jasper had been friends for years; they had grown up together in the group home. Jasper knew him better than anybody when they lived with each other on the streets in Oregon. After eight years of no contact and Peter didn't even bother to visit him in prison I knew that he was hurt by it. Taking his hand in mine, I tried to reach out to him with physical contact and he shot me a strange look before picking up his glass of beer and taking a sip as if nothing ever happened and Peter did not just walk back into our lives. His nonchalance was puzzling to say the least but if Jasper wasn't going to get agitated then I guess I would have to do that for him. Garrett made a big show about introducing his new friend he met in Forks over the holidays. It was all so nauseating watching them laughing and joking back and forth, the guys instantly took a liking to Peter's natural magnetism. Occasionally, I would find Peter gazing at Jasper in a yearning sort of way, while Jasper matched his stare completely detached. In those moments I would squeeze Jasper's hand harder, just to stop myself for reaching over the table and pummelling Peter's face into the ground. Waiting for my opportune moment, it arrived when Peter got up to go to the bathroom while the guys decided to pay a round of pool.

I pounced, catching him in the hallway behind the bar before he could even enter the bathroom. The guys were still within eye distance so they could clearly see us talking, yet we were too far away to be heard. Peter stood tall, holding his ground and somehow over the years he had really changed. There were deep wrinkles besides his eyes, the sharpness of his jaw was even more potent than before and those eyes were cut into suspicious slits and they bore into my soul. With anger and hatred fueling me I cut right to the chase. "Stay away from Garrett,"

"Well, hello to you to princess," Peter jeered.

"Why don't you slip into something more comfortable—like a coma?" I shot back.

"It's nice to see you are still sweet as pie and how are the genital warts you contracted? I heard you have a nasty case,"

"Why don't you ask your mother?"

"Cleaver," He deadpanned.

"Enough of this small talk," I growled, glaring at him. "You heard me, stay away from him."

"Tell me Edward," He said crossing his arms over his chest. "Is your ass jealous of the amount of shit that comes out of your mouth? What the fuck are you going to do? Threaten me?"

"I'll do much more than that," I vowed vengefully. "Get the fuck out of here and don't come back, we had a deal."

"A deal that was null and void the minute I was told that Jasper didn't know who testified against him and that they kept our names anonymous,"

"Where the hell did you hear that?" I fumed, growing more anxious with each passing minute. Of course they wouldn't tell Jasper who testified against him, in order to protect the identities of the witness—two of them were underage at the time it made logical sense. I was hoping that Peter was too stupid to realize it.

Peter scoffed, his hazel eyes sweeping the room. "Does it really matter? Your money's no good here anymore Cullen. I disappeared two years ago because you paid me to, handsomely if I recall correctly," the deep timber of his voice was raw and I could tell he still smoked. "But I'm back now and New York looks like a nice city to have some fun in, especially the company," He turned to look at Garrett appraisingly.

"Listen," I hissed, "you cock sucking piece of shit. If Jasper ever found out what you did he would have your balls and wear them as a goddamn necklace,"

"You mean, what we did Edward," He replied slowly, his lips curling into a smile. "You told the police everything, the only thing I did was testify when they asked if I've ever seen you come to our apartment before. They also had several other witnesses from the neighbourhood that saw you leaving Jasper's apartment at odd hours. I didn't say shit,"

The facts hit me right between the eyes and I glowered at him. There was no way Jasper could ever find out, these secretes I would take the grave with me if I had to and anyone else who threatened to spill the beans. "What the fuck do you want?"

"I need a place to stay,"

"No way—"

"New York is expensive…..I'm sure Jasper wouldn't mind having his old buddy as his roommate again," Peter grinned, walking away and rejoining the party. Garrett slapped him on the shoulder like they had been friends for ages. The self-satisfied smile they wore seemed to suggest that they planned this whole thing. Grinding my teeth together I wondered how long this had been going on behind my back. What were they planning and worse of all, at whose expense? I realized then that I had made a very dangerous mistake, ultimately I had underestimated Garrett. In my eagerness to get rid of him I had overlooked the fact that given the opportunity he could be quite devious if he felt threatened. That's exactly what Jasper was—a threat, to everything that he had built. Secretly, I couldn't help but be a little impressed by all the scheming they did to come up with this plan. For now I resigned to play their little game until I figure out a way to push them both out swiftly and quietly. Peter had the power to blow my entire relationship sky high and send Jasper running back into the arms of his twink whore Riley. Smoothing out my facial features I waltzed back towards the table and sat down beside Jasper, gently pressing my lips to his.

"Everythin' okay?" Jasper said, his blue eyes filled with concerns and questions, but I pacified it all with another kiss.

"Just fine, baby,"


A/N: ...alright so I couldn't resist. Yay Peter is back!

Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter I enjoyed reading your comments and to Beanothercullen for editing this chapter for me!

hmm, I wonder what Peter and Garrett are up too..;P

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