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14 – Long Afternoon
The night was already close when Emmett decided that it was time to go back to the house, much to Edward's relieve. He was the first one to reach the safety of their home, trying his hardest not to run at his full capacity, leaving the others behind, knowing that Alec would consider it rudeness; which was kind of ironic, coming from one of the most sadistic beings he had ever known.
His anxiety increased when he was close enough to capture the thoughts of everyone inside the house, except Bella's – which was pretty normal – and, Jacob's. He hadn't ordered him to leave their mansion or go anywhere. To make matters worse, no one seemed to be missing him. Something was wrong.
"Where was he?" was his only concern.
Much to his surprise, his boy was peacefully chatting with Bella and, Tyler in the kitchen, the three of them very busy polishing Esme's finest silvery. The Native American's head turned to him almost automatically when he appeared at the door.
The bronze haired vampire made a bee line to his slave, worrying only about him; he had forgotten all about his companions in the second he missed Jacob's inner voice. Entering the kitchen, he started to "hear" partially the boy's thoughts but, it was a confuse thing, like a malfunctioning TV – when you could hear only one of every four words people said. The supernatural creature's fear for the human's healthy came back full force even after Jacob had ensured him that he was fine, only helping his friends on domestic labor.
Edward told his boy to follow him to their room, wrapping Jacob in a soft embrace as soon as they left the others' sight, content to hear the tan skinned man's sigh of pleasure. Being away from him to distract Alec Volturi had been a slow and, painful torture. He had thanked whatever force of the universe that had provided him such a lovely morning with his love that made him so happy that he could seek refuge in the memory of it to endure the unpleasant experience that was entertaining Carlisle's guess.
He disapproved all Volturi and, their animalistic life style but, the evil twins – as they were secretly known in the vampire world – were the worst of them all. Their powers, which only had brought pain and, suffering to people, combined with their arrogance had granted them the lowest rank on Edward's list of hateful people, which wasn't something nice to say, since that list included even himself on his rebellious days.
The teenager looking vampire understood the necessity of being courteous with the coven, though. They were the vampire's rulers and, no one would dare to openly express any antagonism to them. Although, the nomad vampires hadn't exactly acknowledged their leadership, not even they had tried to defy their laws or express any kind of dissatisfaction with the way vampire society had been arranged.
After closing the bedroom's door softly, he just hugged the adorable man that owned his heart, hearing the rhythmic, powerful beating of his living heart. Jacob's thoughts were back to make perfect sense to him again and, Edward considered that he must had been so stressed with all the agitation their "guesses" were causing that he simply wasn't tuned enough to capture his human's thoughts, as impossible as it sounded.
He could sense Jake's relieve to be in his arms again, even if the boy was trying his hardest to conceal his thoughts. Although he was fighting his own feelings, as usual, the golden eyed man had heard him thinking how much he had missed their typical afternoon work on the truck. Edward's cock twitched slightly when Jake's mind conjured the sensation of the vampire's lips always finding some skin's exposed spot on his body to kiss.
"My afternoon was long, too, my Jacob," he said, out loud, tilting his head up to look at those beautiful dark eyes.
The human didn't say anything, too lost in the hypnotic grace of his owner's liquid amber eyes, unconsciously lowering his head and, capturing his cold lips sweetly, slowly, like kissing a delicate flower. His heartbeat went sky high; he hadn't thought about anything else but, his master's delicious lips, too accustomed of tasting them every afternoon. He tried hard not to miss the marvelous cold touch of his Adonis during their time apart, – it was the first time they parted since he was bought – failing miserably.
Their tongues sought and, tasted each other tenderly for a long time, both of them trying to catch up the time wasted apart, Jake's thick fingers interlaced in his owner's soft hair, Edward's chilly hands roaming over the hard muscles of the slave's back. Despite wanting to spend the rest of the night in his boy's burning arms, the pale creature ended the sweet kiss, sighing sadly.
"Jacob, I have to talk to you about unpleasant things. As you could see, our guesses are very different from us. For reasons that I don't have time to explain to you, our family is bound to live with them in the most pacific way possible. And, they're really devoted to the traditional ways," he started, cautiously.
Jacob averted his eyes to the floor, out of habit, and, just nodded, not really understanding why his master was explaining his family's behavior to him. They could do whatever they wanted, they were vampires.
"That's not entirely true, you know. Even vampires have to follow rules. Alec and Jane's coven make sure of it. They're the closest thing of kings we have and, no one had ever questioned their authority," he explained, patiently.
"Okay," the boy murmured, embarrassed; only one afternoon and, he forgot about his master's annoying ability. "Damn it."
Edward chuckled lightly and, didn't resist giving him a chaste kiss; Jacob was just so adorable sometimes.
"As I was saying, they don't exactly agree with my family's decision to live pacifically. So, we try to be less – and, I quote here – "abnormal" around them," he said with a hint of disgust. "Unfortunately, this means I'll have to ask you to act like you were taught on the training camps, not looking directly at them, sitting on the floor, talking only when someone refer to you… Those kind of things. Can you do that for me?"
"Of course, sir," the young man responded, promptly; finally his master was asking something easy for him to do.
The vampire laughed, surprised with the human's naivety and, good nature. He had imagined a whole different reaction from Jacob, feeling extremely guilty for having to ask such vile thing of him and, there he was, content to do it, just to please him. He really didn't know what had he done to deserve that perfect being.
"It's resolved, then. Let's get ready to join the others in the living room," Edward told him, marching to his ridiculously big closet.
It didn't take long for them to shower and, change clothes, joining the family to "a night of glorious torture", as Edward whispered in Jacob's ear, making the slave laughed, muffling the sound with his hands above his mouth. His master sat by the beautiful piano that rested untouched in the room since Jacob's arrival and, the teenager followed him, sitting on the floor beside the bench. The bronze haired vampire simply opened it and, started to play a beautiful, quiet music, surprising the human. For some reason, he never guessed that he was the piano's owner.
From his spot, the Native American's man had a good view from the entire room and, he observed the vampires' interactions. The twins definitely seemed threatening, weird and, Jake couldn't help but, notice that the Cullens weren't acting like themselves; it wasn't something obvious, it was just that they were kind of tense.
Alec was the one that made Jacob uncomfortable, though. He looked at him with an unnerving curiosity. Edward suddenly stiffened and, changed the bench's position, blocking the red eyed vampire's view of him, looking at the other vampire with blazing eyes. Alec just smirked, unfazed and, pretended to be very interested in Esme's description of the party's decoration.
Jacob's owner stopped playing, disappointing the slave. If it wasn't the gayest thing on Earth to admit, he would say that the music was just too beautiful to end. Edward laughed, quietly, his hands busying themselves with Jacob's collar, possessively playing with it.
For what seemed like infinite hours, the vampires talked about the most unimportant things, annoying the young man to no end. He noticed that his owner kept quiet most part of the time, acting very unfriendly towards Alec. Thanks to Bella, who had succumbed to Morpheus reign at some point, falling asleep against Jasper's legs, they finally called a night and, he was allowed to retrieve to his room, never being happier to follow his owner.
"It's nice seeing you both again," Edward said, politely, as he prepared to leave the room.
"Yes, it's nice to see all your family, too, my friend," Alec responded.
Jake could swear he caught a sarcastic tone on the guess' melodic voice, yearning an intense glare from his master. The young slave was very confused.
He hurried to his small cot in the corner when they reached their bedroom, worn out by that long day, fighting his closing eyes.
"Jacob," Edwards called, quietly. "You may sleep on the bed."
"O-okay," he stuttered, suddenly very awake.
He was stunned. He had dreamed about sleeping in that more-comfortable-than-my-cot looking bed since day one but, never thought his master would actually offer it to him. He took off his shirt, pants and, shoes before collapsing at the bed. Despite the initial shock of his owner command, he was so tired. His body was actually having an internal battle between his nervousness and, tiredness. Apparently, the last one was winning and, his eyes closed.
The bed shifted and, Jacob sat, instantly alert. Edward was seating on the bed's edge, looking at him with worried eyes.
"I need you to promise me something, Jacob," the vampire said, softly.
"Of course, sir," the boy murmured.
"If Alec…" he spoke the name as if it was a curse.
"No, he wouldn't do that, he wouldn't dare," he murmured and, Jacob wasn't sure if the older man was speaking to him anymore.
"I want you to stay away from him. His mind is... He's just not a nice person and, you're so innocent. I'm afraid you would be an easy target for any sick mind game he might plot. So I need you to promise me that you'll avoid him. You know how I hate to treat you like a slave, my precious Jacob, but, that's an order. You're mine!" Edward growled. "I won't let him have you, not even touch you!"
Jacob shivered with pride, his body reacting instinctively to his master's selfish demeanor. It was common practice for owners to adulate their guesses with pleasures provided by their slaves. The human hadn't really been sure if his owner was that type of master.
Apparently not. Also apparently, Jacob liked his owner's possessiveness.
"Promise me," Edward pleaded and, for the first time, the slave saw a kind of fragility he never thought the vampire had.
Jacob couldn't have said no to his owner even if he wanted but, those vulnerable eyes made his answer easier. Who was he trying to fool, anyway? His owner was freaking Edward "Dazzling" Cullen! Who the Hell in the whole world could honestly deny him anything? Especially when he was so close that his intoxicating scent was just enveloping you.
"I promise, sir… Edward. I promise, Edward," Jacob vowed, smiling, actually looking at the other male's eyes.
The warm skinned man reached up to traces his fingertips over the vampire's face, surprising even himself but, he just wanted touch him so badly. The undead creature took his hand with his own, guiding it to his lips and, kissing the slave's knuckles gently.
"Sleep, my Jacob," Edward whispered, obviously happy with that affection display.
He had feared that his domineering attitude would scare his fragile love but, judging by the rapid beating of Jacob's heart, the opposite had happened. The golden eyed creature smiled; his boy liked to be his. He had already proved that.
Jacob lay down, tucking his body under the covers. Edward started to pull away but, the boy caught his hand, looking at him with pleading eyes before intertwining their fingers, marveling with the beauty of their color contrast. In the next day, the teenager would blame his sudden courage on being sleep depraved but, at that moment, he just wanted Edward to hold him.
"Okay," his owner agreed, barely loud enough for humans´ ears as he situated himself beside his slave.
He would have pulled the blankets between them as a barrier for his cold but, since Jacob was so overheated lately he just slipped inside the covers. The warm human cuddled into his owner's marble, cold body, both of them enjoying the temperature difference. Jacob easily fell asleep, oddly comforted by Edward's presence, leaving him free to watch his silly, human, erotic dreams.
A/N: Man, this chapter simply wouldn't come out! I was starting to get annoyed.
Soooo, Alec has an evil plan in his head? I can only say that the Volturi have been trying to get more power for years.
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