Title: Two Parts Of One Whole

Author: Lacrymosa_91

Fandom: Twilight

Pairing: Jacob/Paul

Rating: NC-17 ~ M

Declaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters, plots or conceptions of Twilight, unfortunately. They belong to Stephenie Meyer.

A/N1: Hello everybody! I know that it has been a long, long, long time, more than half a year to be precise, but now I am finally updating. I know that it is cliche but... Real life really can't wait. I have been quite busy during all this time. I started university last September and from then on things had been really hectic. University demanded, and it still does, until I don't finish this first year, all my attention. Needless to say my schedule affected my writing. To be completely honest I haven't stopped writing all this time, I was just doing it really slowly. Now I have Chapter 11 which is really close to being finished... but it is still not. Actually what you will read below is the first part of Chapter 11. I splitted the thing into to parts so I can post and at the same time have more time to finish the second part. I suppose that you will probably hate me when you get to the end of this chapter... but I guess that updating half of the whole thing is better than nothing. I really hope that you will enjoy reading it.

A/N2: I want to thank to everybody who has reviewed, read and faved my story. I really appreciate the support. I hope that you are still with me because I really do have the intention to finish this story. It might take time but I will finish it. And if you have the patience you will enjoy the ride. :)


~ Chapter Eleven: Rescue Me (Part One) ~


"Let me go, asshole!" The shout echoed though the huge room, bouncing off the walls, rising over rumble of the storm that was roaring outside.

Kyle Hakan frowned slightly from his place by the hearth, his brows furrowing as he pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned against the back of the chair.

It had been going on for hours – the shouts, the punches, the choked gasps and the breathless whimpers. Sean had been trying to make the boy stay still and obey but to no avail.

Kyle was neither kind nor compassionate by nature, he did not bother to worry about anything that did not concern him personally but now, now even his heart of stone was finding it hard not to react.

He turned his head slowly to the side again, appraising the scene before his eyes for a thousandth time. The boy was growing tired, Kyle could see his chest wrenching with harsh pants, the slender limbs growing lax and limp from all the kicking and pointless trying to get away. There was not even a trace of the white vest that had been covering the boy's torso, well if he did not count the pathetic, white shreds that were scattered over the floor near the bed.

The boy's whole body was shivering, shaking with light tremors as he was struggling against the larger man's grasp. He was putting up quite a fight, Kyle could not deny that. Sean had a split lip, bruised ribs and a black eye already. But the little Ahote could not keep resisting for much longer, Sean was persistent and the boy was growing weaker and weaker with every passing minute.

"Little bitch!" Awan roared as he cradled his square jaw after a particularly hard punch in the face. He grabbed at the chain the boy was cuffed to and pulled at it harshly. With a startled gasp Paul found himself in a vise like grip, his ribs nearly crackling as the man's arms wrapped around his torso tightly, his hot, ragged breath burning the skin of the boy's neck.

"Why don't you just give him the full doze, Sean?" Kyle suddenly said, his eyes meeting the wide with anxiety brown orbs of the boy. "You gave him half of the potion Quil left…. He will only get cold now. But if you give him the full doze the kid will get intoxicated…"

Paul started struggling more desperately against the larger man's grasp and Kyle just looked away, not wanting to see the horrified expression on his face. He might feel pity for the boy, but he would not let a moment of weakness to harm his image.

"In other words… no kicking, no squirming and whimpering… the kid will be unconscious…"Kyle continued. "… he won't resist… it will save you the efforts and it will save me the uproar!"

For a couple of seconds Awan just stared at him dumbly, his little dark eyes narrowing as a slow, self-satisfied smirk grew across his flushed, from the efforts to keep the boy still, face.

"Nah!" The man's wide chest rumbled with a throaty laughter as he rubbed his nose against Paul's neck. "What's the fun in that? I want him to fight it, to struggle …" Sean chuckled lightly as he threw the boy on the bed and pinned him with his weight before Paul could squirm away. "I want to hear him cry and whimper…. Want him to wail… he has to be conscious….he has to feel every single inch of me as I tear his little, tight, virgin butt…"

Paul groaned hollowly, his heart clenching inside his chest, his legs and arms growing lax and languid from exhaustion as he was trying to push the larger man off of him. He felt cold, his whole body was being racked by shivers, his lips turning bluish and thin. They had forced him to drink from the potion again, holding his nose until he had gulped it down. Though, he had not fainted this time, the doze had been too small to render him unconscious.

"Gonna fuck you till you bleed, sweetheart…till you lose your voice and can't scream and cry anymore…" The man rasped in his ear, his knee nudging Paul's shaking legs forcefully apart. "By the time I am done with you… you won't be able to walk or even stand on your feet!"

The boy just whimpered and started kicking wildly, his hands pushing weakly at the man's chest but without much success. Sean just laughed throatily and grabbed a fist full of Paul's hair, yanking his head far back, exposing his throat. He could feel it too, the little Ahote kid's resistance was shattering slowly, the boy could not even fight back anymore.

Hakan stood up from his chair and started pacing slowly around one of the tables, his eyes focused on the flame of the gas lamp that was put on the wooden piece of furniture.

He had always known that Sean had a grudge against the kid. Those two had long history. Even before Paul's phasing for the very first time, Sean had always despised the boy, hated him for what Paul had.

Unlike the Ahotes who were of higher rank and a respected kin of noble blood, the Awans had always been considered as second-class and not worthy of trust and respect because of their failures and betrayals in the past. Even their membership in the council was more of a formality than an actual participation in the taking of decisions concerning the tribe.

Sean had been his family's hope for change, he had been their chance to achieve higher status. Though, that never happened. Sean Awan never phased, much to his own and his family's great frustration. The wolf genes never developed within him, despite the strong bloodline of his kin's ancestors.

Kyle knew how it felt like to be under the pressure of your family's hopes and expectations. And he also knew how painful it was to see the disappointment and the sorrow in your father's eyes when you had failed to accomplish what was expected of you.

Being son of the mighty Tom Hakan, Alpha wolf and one of the most respected men in the whole tribe had its difficulties… especially when you had failed to continue the family legacy and to preserve the good and honored name of the kin. Unlike his now deceased father, who was still respected and loved by the Quilcenes, Kyle hadn't managed to achieve anything significant. He had always stood in his father's shadow.

And that's what had brought them together – Kyle and Sean. Neither of them had managed to meet their kin's expectations, neither of them had phased despite their heritage.

Ever since they had been sixteen they had been together, brothers in faith and shame. With the time Sean had created a circle of young men around himself, who were just like him – frustrated, angry at the world and secretly dreaming for the respect and the power the wolf pack had.

And Awan hated Paul, hated the little kid who had everything Sean wanted for himself. The boy was handsome, popular among the girls, a shifter, a member of the pack and an offspring of noble kin.

Kyle had witnessed it all – the fights, the taunts, the brawls. Sean had been provoking the kid, challenging him and Paul had always fought back, being the hot head with wild temper he was. Though, Hakan had also noticed how the things had gotten deeper and more complicated for his coeval with the time. It had turned into something far more knotty than just hatred and envy. As Paul had started to grow up and turn into a young man Awan had become more and more persistent and Kyle had seen it - the attraction, the underlying craving that had lingered in Sean's eyes.

Awan hated the kid, hated Paul for what he was and despised the raw need the handsome boy was stirring inside of him, need which the man desperately had tried not to acknowledge and suppress for years, ever since Paul had turned fourteen. Now that strange, obnoxious jumble of coarse, brutish feelings was taking over and Kyle did not want to think what Awan could do to the kid as he finally had him in his arms.

"Come on, sweetheart whimper for your mongrel to come and save you!"

Paul just bit at his lower lip and tried to wiggle out of the tight grasp. He would not cry. He would not give that satisfaction to the sick animal. Though, he felt so weak now, faint, exhausted… alone. Deep, raw cuts marred his wrists where the cuffs dug into his flesh, his hipbones were bruised from the constant, harsh grabbing and squeezing as Sean tried to keep him pinned to the bed. He did not know how much he could take. Everything was turning into jumble of cold, pain and faintness. His whole body was quivering and his guts were clenching painfully, making him feel nauseous.

He was almost numb, faintly feeling hands running over his body in ferocious hunger, fondling, squeezing savagely and gripping at his thighs.

"L-Let me go… s-stop…"

Hot breath was burning the skin of his neck, coarse, wet tongue running over his skin, making him cringe and kick weakly.

Paul's nails bit into the man's shoulders as he tried to push him away but Awan only pressed him harder against the messy beddings, his fingers digging into the boy's slender hips painfully harshly, making Paul all but cry out in agony. The sound only made Sean all the more vicious and agitated.

He loved how the boy sounded, how weak and broken his whimpers and groans were, how his slim, slender hands were shaking and pushing with less and less strength with every passing minute.

"You are such a turn on, little one…" The man growled in Paul's ear as his thick fingers slid under the waistband of the boy's sweat pants. Sean pulled the piece of clothing down the boy's thighs despite Paul's desperate but weak attempts to kick or wiggle away. "Gonna have so much fun with you…"

"I'd rather die!"

The man just chuckled with satisfaction as he finally managed to pull the pants all the way down and throw the garment on the floor, which left Paul completely naked and exposed. His hands immediately found the boy's round, pert bottom, his fingers digging greedily and harshly into the soft, luscious flesh. Paul nearly sobbed as he felt Awan grind against him, the man's hardness pressing against his bare lower abdomen and groin. The feeling made Paul insane with horror and fear, his whole body tensed as he tried to summon what was left of his strength. He kicked, groaned, twisted and clawed for freedom but to no avail, the man's hands were clasped around him like an iron ring.

"By the time I am done with you, you will wish to die sweetheart…"

Paul shouted weakly, despite the fact that he knew that no one would hear him. There was no one who could help him. His eyes filled with tears, his heart hammering against his ribcage, with painful erratic beats, beats which were counting the seconds to his doom. He nearly cried out Jacob's name, but the scream died out before it had slipped past his lips. No one was going to safe him, no one knew where he was, no one was coming for him,… that was the end. He would die in the hands of that monster and there was nothing he could do, his resistance was only prolonging the torture, postponing the inevitable.

His whole being was overtaken by terror and turmoil as he felt the man's teeth grazing his neck harshly and scrapping against his skin. An obnoxious shudder ran down his nerves and nearly paralyzed him when calloused hands spread his thighs forcefully apart. The sound of zipper being pulled down enveloped his senses and made his guts clench in dread and panic.

As though in a dream Paul felt his shaking fingers clench into firsts, his exhausted, anguished and weak body tensing as it readied itself for one last, desperate act of resistance. His chapped, bluish lips pressed into a thin line as he pulled his right hand back, as far as the chains were allowing him and just as Awan was leaning forward, against him, Paul punched the man in the face with all the force he had. A loud, sharp crackling echoed through the whole room, quickly followed by a hollow groan from the larger man. Paul did not know whether the source of the gruesome sound had been his hand or Awan's jaw. All he knew was that the knuckles of his right hand were nearly squashed, his fingers tingling with throbbing, burning pain.

"Little brat!" Sean snarled as he quickly recovered from the surprising punch. The boy had not hit him that hard but what enraged him was Paul's stubbornness and rebelliousness. The kid just did not know when to stop, when to give up and Awan decided that it was high time he taught him.

Paul could only groan when the back of the man's huge hand collided with his cheek. The sound from the slap made the boy's ears ring as he curled jerkily and covered his face with his shaking hands.

Awan's thick fingers immediately curled around Paul's thin wrists as he pulled the boy's hands away from his face, his black, cold eyes meeting a pair of brimming with hot tears and desperation, wide brown orbs.

And in that very moment Sean Awan realized that he had never seen anything more beautiful in his whole life.

For a moment the man froze on his place, his grip around the boy's wrists tightening unconsciously as he exhaled loudly. Paul couldn't even gasp when Awan smashed their lips together and lied between his quivering legs. Paul cried out in horror, the sound being swallowed by Sean's greedy mouth as he bit at the boy's lips and gripped at his bruised hips.

"G-Get off of me!" Paul screamed as the man finally pulled away from his mouth only to run his tongue over the boy's jaw line. Awan's wide chest rumbled with a low, growling chuckle as he kissed Paul sloppily, his teeth sinking into the boy's bottom lip harshly. Paul wailed in pain and desperation, his nails clawing at his captor's arms. But Sean did not pull away, not until he tasted the boy's blood on his tongue, not until he felt the slender, anguished figure under him shake with barely suppressed sobs.

"Awan did you hear that?" He barely heard Kyle's agitated voice coming from somewhere on his left. Sean pulled away slowly, a smug smirk growing on his face as he licked his bloody lips and stared at the broken boy who was lying languidly under him. He could tell that Paul was still struggling not to cry, the boy's chest raising and falling erratically with heavy, painful gasps. He ran the back of his fingers against Paul's cheek, making the boy cringe and pull away with a disgusted, weak groan.

"What is it now…?" He trailed off indifferently, his eyes not leaving the quivering boy even for a second. "Can't you see that I am a little busy at the moment?"

"That booming sound…" The man said as he motioned with his head towards the corridors that led out of the enormous room. "It sounded as though someone was pounding on the door…"

"It's the thunders, dumbass! There is a storm outside or you haven't noticed!" Awan growled as he glared at the other male, annoyance clear on his face. He was not sure whether Kyle had really heard something or, no matter how absurd it might sound, was just trying to gain more time for the kid.

"If you have doubts then why don't you just go and check if everything is alright?" Sean calmly as his fingers clenched around Paul's wrists when the boy made a pathetic attempt to squirm away. "The rest of the guys are patrolling around the house and on the upper floors, but it won't be bad if you check the front door…"

"Fine…" Kyle gave him an unreadable look before he nodded curtly and made his way to the corridors with even, staid steps. Awan just smirked to himself, pleased with the fact that he had finally managed to make Hakan leave him alone with the boy and meanwhile do something useful besides pacing around all the time.

"Now… where were we, sunshine?" Sean whispered lowly as he tugged the boy's almost completely lax frame closer, a slight smug smile spreading across his face as he say Hakan finally leaving the room.


The rumble of the storm was echoing in his ears as he was walking down the corridor. His even, heavy steps making the rotten floor boards creak faintly under his feet. Kyle Hakan rubbed his face with both of his hands as he exhaled loudly, his forehead furrowing with a hint of remorse. Should he have stayed? Should he have done something to help the poor boy? But then again what he could have done?

The loud, now so clear, sound of someone pounding on the door echoed though the corridor and that was the moment when he realized that he had finally reached his destination. He looked at the heavy wooden door and a confused frown marred his features when the harsh, demanding pounding finally stopped. Who the fuck would be knocking on the door of an old, desolate house? Kyle's chest filled with dark premonition but he quickly forced himself to squash the feeling as he remembered his duties. He had been sent to check the door…? Or Sean had just wanted to get rid of him?

Kyle was sure of the first and twice more sure about the second reason. A quiet sigh left his throat as he reached for the door knob and opened the door slowly. He had come anyway, so he was just going to check and then return to the old demolished ball room.

The darkness and the coldness that greeted him nearly startled him and he blinked a couple of times to clear his vision. All he could see were the rows of thick, dark pine trees, the bases of their trunks were enveloped by dense almost milky white fog. The rain was drumming over the roof of the house steadily, heavily, the dull sound filling Kyle's ears as he moved a little closer to the exit and peeked outside more carefully, wanting to be sure that everything was alright.

A loud, crashing thunder echoed in the distance and Kyle felt himself flinching from the harsh sound, his hands gripping at the door frame as he steadied himself. The rumbling thunder was soon followed by a bright lighting which blazed through the inky black sky and for a split second illuminated the whole forest before him.

He felt his whole body stiffen as his eyes landed on a dark, tall silhouette which stood in a few steps away from him. Before Kyle could react or even make a sound the whole area sank into pitch black darkness again. He stood frozen on his place for a minute, scared to move, waiting for the next lighting to illuminate the dark woods again. And he did not wait long…

A powerful thunder rumbled through La Push, the ground being shaken by vibrations. Hakan inhaled deeply as the whole sky and the trees in front of him were illuminated by a lightning again. It was as bright as a day… bright enough for him to see the large, muscular figure of a man that now stood right in front of him.

Kyle Hakan did not even manage to scream before an enormous, strong hand gripped at his throat with such merciless strength that he felt himself going weak at the knees. A low gurgling sound left his lips as his fingers dug rigidly into the hand that was squeezing the life out of him. His captor's skin was hot, scorching hot under his touch. The lack of oxygen made him dizzy and lightheaded but his eyes focused with horror on the features of the creature that held him. A creature, because Kyle knew all too well that no human being had so high body temperature and such immense strength, the strength to hold him in place with a single hand.

The pack had found them…

Kyle's heart was hammering wildly against his ribcage as his eyes slid over stern, hard, drawn with anger and acrimony features. The dark eyes that pierced his with a burning gaze held so much blazing fury, rage and violent, underlying bloodlust that Kyle felt his whole body shuddering with terror. He wiggled weakly in desperate attempt to make the werewolf loosen his grip on his throat but it was pointless. The hot, strong fingers flexed around his neck even harder and Kyle felt as though he would either be suffocated to death or pass out at any second.

The sound of his gasping for air was pathetic even in his own ears as the werewolf was looking at him with cold, gruesome satisfaction. Kyle did not know him… that wolf definitely was not from the Quilcene pack. That was the first time when he was seeing that face, and probably the last he noted to himself, surprised by the clearness of his mind at the current situation.

Though the werewolf did not want to kill him, at least not instantly, or else he would have just squashed Kyle's skull like an overripe watermelon. No… he was prolonging it… adding enough pressure for his victim's lungs to start burning with the painful need for air but at the same time giving him enough oxygen to keep him on the edge of consciousness.

Kyle wasn't hearing anything else but his furiously pounding heart, his eyes sliding frantically over what looked like a demon from hell. The werewolf's skin was so hot that the rain was vaporizing the moment it touched it; steam was hovering around his wide, muscular shoulders; the creature's breath slow, even and controlled was coming out in steady, long puffs, Kyle was feeling every single, hot, steamy exhale sliding over the sweaty skin of his face.

"You all are dead men… I will tear you apart…one by one…limb by limb…. I will rip your hearts out and watch you bleed to death…" The demon growled lowly, his voice masculine, demanding, thick with fury and malice.

Kyle just shifted weakly as his chest rumbled with the same gurgling sound, his eyes squeezing tightly shut. Then he felt himself being lifted a few feet from the ground, by the same, hot, strong hand. His feet kicked feebly a couple of times in the air and a hollow gasping whine left his throat as he finally started losing consciousness.

"I will make you regret the day you were born, you pathetic bastards… I will make you regret the moment when you have even thought about touching Paul!"

At the mention of the name Kyle's eyes snapped open and the next thing he saw was how the furious werewolf's features drew with intent. The grip around his throat tightened even more, if that was possible, and before Kyle could comprehend what was happening, an enormous, hard fist collided with his face. All he managed was a weak, shrill whimper before his mouth filled with his own blood and teeth… and then everything went black.


Sean could feel every single shiver running through the boy's body as he held him pressed against the bed. Paul was getting even more lax and limp, his eyes barely open, choked whimpers leaving his lips. The boy had finally stopped fighting, his hands lying languidly by his sides, his chest raising and falling erratically with tortured, shallow pants.

"Oh, you are giving up, sweetheart?" The man chuckled sarcastically as he ran his huge hands over Paul's bare sides, making the boy cringe and whine weakly. "The mighty Paul Ahote is finally backing down?"

"You are dead, asshole….." Paul whispered weakly, through clenched teeth, as he slowly turned to the side, his hands fisting in the sheets as he closed his eyes briefly. "Do whatever you want… rape me… kill me…. "His scratchy voice broke slightly as he swallowed thickly. "But you should know that he will find you…. And when he does…. Nothing and nobody will be able to save you….You will beg him to kill you… you will beg him to let you die… you will beg him to put an end of your miserable, pathetic, useless existence… you moronic, idiotic, dull piece of shit!… But you won't have such luck…

'cause he won't be so merciful!"

A loud, aberrant growl echoed through the whole ball room and Paul barely managed to gasp when a huge, strong hand grabbed at his throat and yanked him up. His hands gripped at Awan's thick wrist when the man raised Paul to his eyes level, his black orbs burning with rage and fury.

"What did you just call me, bitch!"

Paul just closed his eyes tightly shut, a silent whimper spilling from his chapped lips as he fought for every short intake of air. Then he felt his guts clenching when he was suddenly lifted up, just to be slammed against the mattress with such immense force that what little breath he had left in his body was knocked out of him.

Before he knew it Paul had his thin wrists pinned against his chest by huge, sinewy hand while another fisted in his ebony black hair. Sean pulled at the boy's hair harshly, yanking Paul's head to the side, exposing his neck and shoulders.

And then Paul felt it – hot, moist breath ghosting over his neck, making him shudder with terror. He couldn't even gasp when he suddenly felt jagged teeth sinking into his shoulder, slicing into the tender flesh there like razors. He winced harshly, his whole being filling with horror and distress as blinding agony spread through his nerves like thousands of crawling spiders. Paul's breath was coming short, heart beating frantically, he was going to pass out at any moment. His hands pushed weakly at the man's chest but Sean just flexed his jaws tighter, his throat vibrating with an animalistic, throaty roar.

Bright, crimson red blood started dripping down the boy's shoulder. It was trickling over his chest and pooling in the dip of his collar bone.

Paul burst into tears, he could not hold back anymore. It was too much for him to handle… Broken, choked sobs were leaving his lips and he convulsed violently a couple of times when he felt the man's teeth sinking deeper. The ruby fluid was practically gushing from the deep wound now, soaking into the white of the sheets, the stains blooming like scarlet flowers over the messy beddings.

Paul cried out in agony, his voice breaking halfway through as he felt himself slowly slipping into unconsciousness. His eyes were wide open but seeing nothing as his whole body slowly stilled and stiffened in the man's grasp. His hands fell languidly by his sides, lips parted in a soundless scream as he was pressed even harder against the blood drenched sheets. His dazed, exhausted mind vaguely registered the fact that he was not supposed to bleed so much from such a wound, little did he know that the potions they had made him drink contained mostly blood thinning drugs.

He did not know how long Sean held him like this… every single second turning into hour for his anguished, broken body. After what felt like an eternity Paul groaned hollowly as his heavy eyelids finally fell shut. The abyss was reaching for him… wrapping its cold, sticky tentacles around his shaking figure.

He slumped against the mattress completely, the heavy coppery smell of his own blood filling his nostrils as he felt the glutinous scarlet fluid over the skin of his arms, chest, trickling down his lower abdomen… the wet, blood soaked sheets sticking to the back of his thighs. It felt hot, almost scorching against his cold skin. Paul whimpered faintly, the heat of his own blood finally bringing some warmth to his freezing and shaking with shivers frame.

Sean felt so heavy against him, pressing him, crushing him, suffocating him with his weight and Paul felt himself gasping for air, the wound on his shoulder throbbing painfully as his chest was wrenching with irregular, agonizing pants.

He couldn't hear anything else but his frantically beating heart, drumming almost deafeningly in his ears. Paul was sure that his end was finally coming…. He couldn't take it anymore… couldn't endure the pain and the agony that were shuddering down his nerves.

But then as if in a dream he felt the crushing weight on top of him disappear, the wound on his shoulder now gapping wide open, when Sean's sharp teeth suddenly released his flesh.

Paul was numb, lax, almost unconscious when he vaguely heard someone calling his name…. the voice desperate, laced with fear, anxiety and concern. It sounded so familiar… so strangely familiar. Though, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recognize it. It felt as if he was hearing it from underwater…. His lips parted a couple of times in futile attempts to respond…. But he couldn't. His voice being lost to him… when a pair of warm, strong arms wrapped around his shivering frame and lifted him carefully from the bed.


TBC