Even though it's terribly late (by like three months, oh god), happy birthday Ryan! I hope you like this turn of events~!

I hope you all do~

(Sorry about the really lame title.)

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An Hour Later

"Carlisle," Jacob murmured as chilled hands skimmed his bare body. He had barely woken up when the faded scent of their sex, echoing in the closed cabin, stirred his lust to life. While his older lover had hung the painting, he had stripped out of his clothes in an eager attempt to ripen that scent once again.

"Yes?" the vampire replied. His fingertips trailed down to his lover's hardness and they stayed there for a moment, trailing lines along it to send shivers up Jacob's spine. He forgot what he was going to say in the moment of it.

All he wanted now was to press closer to the man, to cup his ass in his hands and lift him onto his toes until their groins were flush against each other and he could press him to a wall, to rut against him until he had his mate desperate and begging for him.

That image stuck with him for a moment, maybe two, until fingers digging into his skin brought him back to reality.

"Jacob," Carlisle panted, "God yes…Jacob, please…" And then it hit the werewolf that while he had focused on his daydream, his body had acted it out with frightening accuracy. The blond had wrapped his legs around his waist, back slightly arched with each harsh thrust against his clothed erection.

"Sorry," the teen huffed, "I didn't-" But the older creature held fast to him. Chocolate eyes met honey and Jacob seemed to understand. His lover wanted this to happen, and he could only willingly give him what he wanted. With a stiff nod, he carried the doctor to their bed. As he laid him down, the teenager pressed kisses across his face before resettling with a lingered kiss to his lips.

"You'll still need to prepare me," he murmured against the warmer mouth, "It's been centuries since…" The other man laughed, letting him go once he was down on the thick blankets of their bed.

"Literally, centuries. I'd better take extra care then, huh?" Jacob started to suck on his own two fingers, watching as the vampire got on all fours before him. His brows furrowed, serving as a replacement for a frown.

"But I wanted to see your face," he complained, though it came more as a garbled whine. Carlisle simply looked back at him, a smile his lover still hadn't gotten used to it.

"Given this is your first time…taking me, I decided it would be safer if we made love to your more natural-"

"Please tell me you're not asking me to transform," he huffed after pulling the fingers from his mouth. He didn't care that this man was three hundred years old, or that he wasn't the first man to take him. But the idea that Carlisle was into bestiality? Gross. Even to him, that was kind of gross.

What made it worse was that he'd be willing to do it – anything for his mate, after all.

"No," the older man was still smiling, "To put it crudely, love, I thought it would be easier if you made love to me like an animal." Oh, thought Jacob, that was definitely doable. And hot, much hotter than trying to imagine what his penis looked like as a giant canine. He took the still damp fingers and, using his other hand to spread the pale rear, rubbed them against the blond's slightly puckered hole. There was a shiver and a moan to greet him, assure him, and then he was pressing his fingertips against him until those digits plunged past his rectum. The hot fingers went further until he was up to his knuckles in the man, the flesh around him cold and tight.

It was nothing like he expected, but it made sense since Carlisle had been dead – undead, he meant – for so long. Without needing a digestive track, his rectum had gone dry and of course his "undead-ness" was the reason he was so cold. A chill strong enough that it seemed to bite at Jacob.

"Mm, J-Jacob…you're going to…you have to hurry," the vampire panted, worried that he was already close; but having that heat so intimate and deep, it was hard not to orgasm just from that.

"But I haven't-"

"Please, love…hurry." The teenager frowned down at him. He had barely begun to get him ready, and even with his superhuman abilities his older lover was bound to feel the pain. The man in question seemed to sense his hesitancy, so he added another quiet, "Please."

Jacob sighed and pulled his fingers from the blond, "Sure, sure." With a thinly-masked relief, Carlisle eased his head down onto the bed, forearms above his blond locks so his hands could grab onto the blankets with ease if need be. His mate didn't seem to notice it as he was guiding the head of his cock into place. When he pushed forward, slow and cautious, something in the blond snapped and his hips rolled back to force him in up to his hilt.

"Oh," the vampire groaned, not expecting the all-but-searing pain. His past had gotten the better of him but that was quickly taken over by the fact he was several centuries out of practice. A warm palm pressed to his hip, the accompanying fingers rubbing his flesh softly.

"Sh," Jacob soothed, "Give it a minute." He was surprised at his own voice, at the calm it held. Inside, he was aching to keep moving, to pound into his lover, because there was something about being so close to him and have him so vulnerable beneath him that sent a swell of hunger through his body. But he stayed where he was, caring about Carlisle's comfort more than his desire. The teenager had waited months for this; he could wait a few more minutes.

And after those few minutes, Jacob had begun grinding into him gently until he could feel his mate relax around him, until the blond was moaning for more. Then his hips moved faster, quickly acclimating to a self-serving pounding…

Meanwhile

Edward was hunting on his own tonight, and farther away from home. Bella had been invited to some overnight trip with Jessica – he thought that was her name, at least, from her old fantasies of him being some knight for her. She had accepted after he bothered her enough because she really did need to spend time with warm-blooded creatures every once in a while, but his girlfriend had insisted he tag along. So he did, but due to the short notice, he was forced to hunt in these woods rather than the regular area.

He was hoping to get a nice doe, but there only seemed to be rabbits and squirrels. Something must have scared the deer away; it wasn't normal for a forest up here to not have the hoofed creatures.

That was his first red flag.

The next was a strange smell; the familiarity of a vampire was heavily coated with the stink of a wolf. He grimaced as he sniffed out the trail, but he had to follow it. If there was a rogue vampire near their territory or the natives' land, then he would have to report it to Carlisle.

So, once he caught their trail, Edward followed it stealthily. The scent was getting stronger, thicker, enough that he could almost pin it down to what blood they drank. But the creature had loud thoughts, no control over them whatsoever, and he could hear them just as a cabin came into his view. That must be his hideout, the Cullen guessed. Yet, as he stalked towards it, the thoughts stopped him in his tracks.

Fuck.

At that, he imagined himself caught. He had been so quiet, though…

He's so tight. Fuck, I want to see his face.

If Edward were human, he would be bright red at that. Of course, with his luck – or lack thereof – he would catch the rogue in the middle of…

Despite what the creature's thoughts meant, he still had to come closer to see what threat he could end up facing. So he came closer and closer, until he could hear the other's quieter, more controlled thoughts. But he recognized the voice, resulting in any color remaining from his humanity was drained away.

Feels like I'm on fire.

No, it couldn't be.

But I'm so close...

Not…Carlisle?