Title: After the Storm
Chapter Seven: Welcome to the Jungle
Pairings: Jasper/Edward, Jasper/OCs
Disclaimer: This story mine. Characters of Twilight and associated - not mine. OC characters Jimmy Oaks, Bonnie Simmons, Ashley Jameson - all mine. Don't sue. Unless you really want the kids.
Author notes: Dark Edward, possibly dark Jasper, M-rated for violence and other graphic content and use of crude language. Apologies for the delay in getting this chapter out to you. Holidays got in the way.
Many thanks again rhenea5018 - for all that unwavering support and the fact that you think I rock. I think you're biased as all hell, but I love you for it!
Thanks to KuroiBlackNightingale for your constant advice and being the grammar nazi, for being the most supportive, amusing, grammar nazi ever with all your comments and ideas. To gypsysue for your pre-reading and support and for being happy to say WTF at the right moments.
The healthy man does not torture others - generally it is the tortured who turn into torturers. ~Carl Jung
*~*Back to the night of the storm*~*
He remembered black skies; hearing the thunder crashing as lightning flashed around him, a figure running toward them, drenched from the deluge that poured from the sky. He remembered the torrent of water that washed over him; the feeling of wet cloth that pressed against his skin; and squelching sounds as the human man journeyed towards him across the marshy ground.
With a suddenness that took his breath away, like a fiery angel the lightning struck the ground beyond him. The human was startlingly, blindingly, shown in riotous full colour in a single split second and it was then that Edward realised that it was Jasper who had come out as Edward had intended. He was Edward's Light in the Darkness and for a brief moment, an overwhelming happiness soared within the vampire man.
But it was also then that he heard the man's thoughts... and they rang of apprehension, scepticism and above all, fear.
A wrenching, afflicted cry soared with the howling wind. Edward barely realised it was himself. He only knew that the rain fell upon his face as he roared at the heavens, pain slicing through him at the thought that he might have lost Jasper.
Damn her! Damn her to hell!
The human was cautious as he approached and it was his thoughts that preceded him to Edward, tearing at the vampire's heart, as Edward's shoulders shook and his chest heaved from his outcry. With a single baleful glare at the dead human before him, he turned to look at Jasper and the visible flinch from the man he coveted made his heart weep. "Like voices in the rain, Like a song without a name; Like angel's wings, And whisperings; Of love we lost, And found along the way."
As the wind died down and the storm moved over them and beyond, Edward looked woefully at Jasper. It seemed that Fate had finally found him. It mocked him and Darkness proved that it reigned supreme this night. Jasper would never be his now. Bella had won. But to his infinite surprise, wordlessly, Jasper held out his hand towards him, palm up in a gesture as old as time. Shocked at this move, Edward glanced blankly at Jasper's offered hand, but Bella's words rang in his ears, "He will never want you. You are a creature of the night. A monster. He will denounce you to all and sundry and you will live alone forever."
He ducked his head in pitiful acceptance before he abruptly departed leaving Jasper in the swirling, cascading mist. The chill of the wind passed through the trees, their leaves moved slightly, almost half-heartedly as if the soul of the storm left with the soul of his dead fiancée. The soft drops of rain that fell upon him were no more than faint whispers upon his marble-like skin, but the burning feeling of his churning emotions seared him. His heart wounded; his chest constricted, his thoughts cried out, 'Can't breathe any more,' but Edward forced his feet to carry him beyond the lake, through the trees. Mist left in the wake of the storm swirled around him as he strode with vampiric grace; his aim - the far side of the lake, far away from his love.
As he sought distraction from the depths of hell that was his mind, he silently glided into the darkness of the forest. Noiselessly he raced through the trees; jumped over fallen moss-covered trunks; churned earthy loam beneath his feet; anything to stop the insanity inside his mind. Her face, it haunts him; her voice, it mocks him. "I will make you pay, Edward Cullen, for loving him as you ought to have loved me." His red eyes burn as he runs far from her lifeless body, but he is all too aware that the distance will never be enough. "When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you."
Upon reaching the far bank of the lake, he stood for a moment looking across the water, as he had done previously that day. Jasper. His fractured mind roared his name as he relived over again the moment when he realised that Jasper had witnessed his actions. He was supposed to be with him for all eternity; an eternity that will be hell if Jasper does not accept him now. Air swirled and eddied around him, ruffling his bronze hair. His lean form was taut with barely held-in anger at the woman; his unnatural eyes glowered across the darkened waters.
Earlier, Bella had stood on the opposite shore, screaming for him; burnt to the core by his rejection. Stung, but not broken, she had sought vengeance. Her ego wounded, she made him pay with the price of Jasper's love. Today, Edward lived a thousand years in one day. She had forced him to be the monster in front of the one he intended to woo; to court; to persuade to be his for eternity. He had roared at the heavens for the unfairness of it all before he took her and sucked her life away. It was his penalty for loving a human. When Bella found out about his Jasper, Edward should have left her alone. 'No, you should have fed before going anywhere near his scent,' admonished his mind.
Anxious for any hope, Edward listened hard for Jasper's thoughts and a faint glimmer rekindled in his soul when he heard Jasper's mind whisper across the silent waters, 'It's not your fault. Please come back.'
Edward breathed. There was hope. She almost ruined the chance for Jasper to be in Eden with him. Instead, Bella might have unwittingly been Edward's baptism into a life of ultimate darkness and utter happiness. He did not know if this was good or bad.
Across the large lake with its still dark waters, the majestic house with its silent wings loomed over the landscape, as Jasper made his way to its front door with his burden in his arms. Edward could hear the human man's heart beat wildly in his chest as it hammered hard against his ribcage. Staggering through the wet grass toward his home, he carried her limp body - that traitorous bitch - damp hair brushing against his thigh, Jasper's breathing becoming laboured with every step. Jasper's thoughts raced violently and repetitively through his head with each footstep. 'The woman had been asking for it. She had offered herself to him. Asking for it. Offered it. She asked for it. It was not his fault. He did not ask for it,' and Edward listened unashamedly as he stood in the shadows of the trees on the opposite bank; his hand reached yearningly towards the blond man as he disappeared into the house. To Edward, the house seemed suddenly resplendent in the white light, knowing the man he wanted as his mate was dwelling inside. "Jasper," he whispered.
'There is hope,' urged his mind. 'Go back. Watch him. We will amend our plans, but we need to watch.' Edward needed no further prompting. Silently, he ran back to the house. He stood outside on the grass, his hands pushed down into his pockets. He stared intently into the room on the lower floor of the house where Jasper and Isabella were, where dim light shone pathetically out against the dark shadow of night.
*~*Present time*~*
The fog of memories clouds his brain and Edward shakes his head, focusing on the here and now. Jasper is moving around the small kitchen of his home, and Edward, greeted with a myriad of smells, takes a deep breath to clear his mind. Out of the corner of his eye, Edward sees Jasper shaking a pot of herbs over a large, almost boiling pot. The woodiness released from the herbs as they hit the heat is quite strong and pungent to Edward's sensitive nose: marjoram, with a touch of rosemary, and a hint of sage; very pungent indeed. He leans against the wall watching; Jasper humming merrily to himself as he stirs the large pot on his stove, and Edward can smell the scent of his human lover over the others wafting in the air.
"It won't take long Edward. Just a small addition of... yes that should do it."
His human drops something else into the simmering concoction which Edward detects by the smell, a touch of something meaty. Edward's thoughts finally sharpen as he realises that the merrily whistling man is not only cooking up a storm, but also carefully dispensing of the other woman's remains. He cranes his neck and sees the limb disappearing under the slowly bubbling liquid. Edward raises a brow. The human continues to surprise him. Not having expected Jasper's innovative way of dealing with Bella's remains, Edward is even more surprised at Jasper's way of removing any evidence of Bonnie Simmons. Very innovative indeed.
The mocking voice of Bella sounds in the back of his mind. "You approve of this method Edward? Of course you would." Her laughter rings in his mind, the tone jeering as she cruelly teases him. Shifting uncomfortably, he tries to ignore her voice in his head, but while Edward is aware of Jasper moving around him, of the machinations in Jasper's chopping movements, Edward cannot avoid her running commentary in his head while his human dismembers the other woman's body.
The air moves around them, creating a swirling miasma of conflicting smells and the strong smell of Jasper's cooking seems to add the stench Edward imagines clinging to himself - the stench of immorality, the stench of guilt. He forces himself to continue to believe that this is the true path for Jasper to follow. "Keep telling yourself that, Edward. I notice how you have not sullied your hands to help Jasper dispose of that body." Her mocking laughter continues to taunt him.
"Edward?" The voice of Jasper breaks through his musings. Opening his eyes, Edward turns slowly, his face taut with tension, still caught in the throes of his imaginings.
"Yes?" Forcing a tender smile upon his face, he looks on as Jasper stirs the pot on the stove.
"What are you thinking about?"
Edward thinks quickly and replies, "About what you'd look like when I bite as you come around my cock."
The unexpected reply confuses Jasper, the blonde-haired person snickering awkwardly, a becoming blush tingeing his cheeks. "Ah, well, ah... " he stammers at Edward, causing the vampire to relax and grin, laughter in his eyes. "Yes, well... um. Yeah."
"Calm down Jasper. We talked about this a little earlier remember?"
Jasper's thoughts indeed tell Edward that the man recalls the conversation. Although, and Edward smirks a little at the recollection, Jasper's thoughts are telling him that what the man recalls more is the event surrounding the conversation, rather than the conversation itself - the man's thoughts centred on Edward's lips around his hardened length. Edward finds himself startlingly erect. He curses before turning to smug Jasper, "Dammit Jasper, if you keep thinking those thoughts, I'll be forcing your change on you sooner than discussed!" Awkwardly, he shifts his stance as his erection makes his pants uncomfortable.
"Oh come here!" His arms reach out to tug Jasper towards him and breathes in the scent of his human lover as he holds Jasper against his chest. The man moves against him, grazing against his length, and gritting his teeth, he forces Jasper to still his movements, Edward grabbing tightly at his hips.
He chides Jasper for his playfulness, "I am not saying that I will bite you here and now or anything like that, but this? This is all quite new, to you and to me. And with our... differences, we will need to take it easy." He sighs again and leans his head against Jasper's, his voice low and gentle. "I don't want to hurt you, you frail human man. Now just…just keep still for a moment." Edward breathes, willing his lustful feelings down and to his relief; Jasper tries to think of anything other than Edward. A grimace mars his face as he realises that his erection is not subsiding. Thinking quickly about anything and everything, it eventually softens and Edward is relieved, as he is able to move properly once again.
"I'll ah, need to tend to the cooking, Edward," his voice raspy, Jasper clears his throat, stroking the hands resting on his hips. Breathing in one last breath, Edward releases his hold on Jasper. The blonde-haired man caresses his hands with a final loving touch, gliding his warm palm over the back of Edward's, before he moves back to the still simmering pot. Smiling at Jasper's re-absorption in his task, Edward disregards any disconcerting feelings he had at any of the changes in him. Edward believes that he is content at what he has wrought. Only a small part of the vampire's mind feels that this is somehow wrong, however something else overrides the tinny shriek of warning in his head.
Cocking his head to one side, he pauses to listen and hears his name spoken in a familiar mellifluous voice. He smiles inwardly as he recognises it. Outwardly, he pleads sensitivity of the nose to Jasper and quietly slips out, leaving the cheerily whistling man in his cooking domain whilst he glides effortlessly to the exterior of the house to meet his guests.
Outside, the shadows slowly elongate as dusk falls and the slow moving blanket of darkness covers the landscape with gradual grace. Wisps of mist start to circulate from the lake's surface, having grown in density, as the cool night descends. The ethereal paleness creeping along the lake's edge towards the house matches the pale figures awaiting Edward in the dim light.
Edward glides forward to greet them. He smiles lovingly at his maker and his maker's mate - his mother and his father, his vampire parents. The caramel haired woman smiles warmly at him, her eyes alight, but it is the musical voice of his father that precedes them as they approach. "He has come a long way, my son. You have done well."
They reach his side in a matter of moments and he welcomes them with a brief embrace. His mother smiles up at him, brushing his hair from his face with her fingers. "Indeed you have, Edward. Carlisle and I are looking forward to welcoming Jasper Whitlock into our small family. We cannot wait to see what you have next on his agenda."
If he could have, Edward would have flushed with pride, but now, he beams at the praise from his family. He notices Carlisle gazing at him intently. "You seemed so happy earlier," remarks Carlisle, smiling as he looks at Edward. "We were watching, as you were no doubt aware." Carlisle grins. "We both had trouble not disturbing you while we were watching you performing fellatio on him during that glorious sanguineous moment. I have to admit it was difficult for us to just watch when we really just wanted to join you both." The back of Carlisle's hand brushes against Edward's face. "So beautiful." His voice drops along with his hand as he turns to look at the beautiful, caramel-haired creature beside them. "Like my lovely wife. It would have been like old times, Edward. Old times."
"Carlisle," she gently admonishes the slightly older man, a bashful smile upon her face. "Edward hasn't had a chance to have a private moment with Jasper yet. Give him... them some time first. Edward?" As she turns to him, her voice is encouraging and motherly. She lays a hand on Edward's arm, her touch seeming warm to him and he welcomes its familiarity. "You have waited for this one such a long time. Your patience is such a virtue. You know we only want you to be happy. And... Jasper seems to do just that."
He nods, happy and content at their approval of his chosen mate. "Yes, Jasper does make me happy. Sometimes... I am a little surprised at just how much. However, I think that he is capable of being inordinately voracious when it comes to sexual acts. His thoughts certainly seem to indicate that he is inclined to it most readily." His eyes glance back to the house. "I am pleased for that. It is rather important that he gets this step, that he travels this portion with me. He will be travelling this part for the rest of our lives - or at least I hope so."
Esme nods. "I think I would have to agree Edward. He seems to have a voracious appetite from your recounting of his previous thoughts. And this step is incredibly important. This is what will keep you both together, through all times. Just like Carlisle and I. You need to make sure you encourage and harness that. Hmm..."
She starts to pace and Edward watches her as she moves, pursing her lips and muttering to herself. His eyes take in her grace and fluidity, also noticing her warmth and familiarity. She could have been his; his to share with Carlisle.... and Carlisle could have been his again. She pauses in her stride, her eyes staring into his, and concern is written on her face. "What is it, my son? You seem to not be happy. Are we invading?"
He is quick to smile at her, reassuring her and shakes his head. "No, nothing like that, Esme. I was just thinking about us, and all that we have been through." He sighs deeply. "Again, I do apologise for my neglectful and deplorable behaviour when you were turned. I was too selfish and too young to understand that you would have been a wonderful addition to Carlisle and I. It's just..." Helplessly lost for further words, Edward shrugs.
"Hush sweetheart. It is all right Edward! None of us realised what we could have had." Esme leans into Edward, pulling him into an embrace and he feels like he is home. "And none of us had thought about the impact on you. We were careless in our care of your feelings. This is what Jasper will rectify." Her eyes search his face and had he been human he knows his face may have been flushed in mortification, embarrassment, and happiness. Nonetheless, he feels the growth of feeling that rises within him - embarrassment with a touch of gratefulness. Her voice flows over him as she smiles sweetly. "We will get you what you need to make you whole. Just like us."
Sighing as the feeling pervades his body; Edward asks her, "Do you have a suggestion? Or five?" He adds facetiously.
Her lips pull at the corner as she says with a touch of mischief in her tone, "As a matter of fact I do. May I suggest several? Bondage? Perhaps a touch of voyeurism. Nothing quite like watching. Carlisle enjoys it."
"Oh tremendous!" Carlisle chimes in. "Yes, I do enjoy watching, myself."
"Oh, you just enjoy watching yourself. I have never seen so many mirrors in one room before I met you." Her smile is teasing, but full of obvious affection.
"But you like being able to see yourself, you minx…"
Edward smiles as he takes in their pride and their fondness for one another as they banter. They are here because of him. They only wish to help him. After all the history they have gone through, he is more than relieved that they are still willing to aid him. He would not have blamed them at all if Carlisle and Esme had refused to go down this path with him, but he had not counted on Esme's tenacity to continue mothering him, despite what she found out about his and Carlisle's lifestyle prior to her turning. Edward grins as Carlisle runs his hand down Esme's arm, causing her bashfully to bite her lip before grinning back at Carlisle. It was always gratifying to see their affection, especially after Edward almost destroyed all three of them with his deplorably childish behaviour. Luckily for Edward, Carlisle and Esme forgave his tantrum, as well as his rejection of their offered relationship, and helped him when he found Jasper. He hopes to have what they have with Jasper for eternity.
"Voyeurism is a wonderful thing, Edward, as you well know." Carlisle speaks again and Edward snaps to attention. "Or perhaps it should be exhibitionism for Jasper? Or maybe even both? Considering your mate's heart rate increase with the presence of that woman there, I suspect he may have a penchant for exhibitionism. You may want to take that into account."
"I will do that. His thoughts during that time were very enlightening." He stops and looks quizzically at Carlisle.
'Yes, he is your mate Edward,' came Carlisle's thought to Edward. He nods in acknowledgement of Jasper's accepted status and grins with relief. "Ah, all in all, I am very happy at the way it's all going. Jasper is working out just fine. I am very fond of him as you know, and I think it might be safe to say he is fond of me. I think I will be able to proceed to the next step very easily."
"Well then, how much further to go before he joins us in the family way?"
"Do not be impatient, Carlisle. Edward has been waiting for far longer than we have been."
Edward chuckles dryly, "Soon. Fairly soon."
Esme asks him quietly, "Have you got someone in mind Edward?"
He takes a deep breath, looking out into the mist rolling in from the lake. Does he have someone in mind? Yes, but will the human be coercible enough? He thinks so, especially based on his reactions when he had Jasper pinned against the stall door those many days ago.
"Edward?" her voice is gently encouraging.
Edward quietly answers, "Jimmy Oaks. Jimmy was my intended to be Jasper's first cross over the threshold. But with Bonnie, that plan has changed. I will have to share Jasper with Jimmy Oaks."
Edward knows the decision to share Jasper is a dangerous one. Moreover, Edward is still unsure how he feels about this part of his plans.
As Edward walks silently into the house, feelings of cool exaltation emanate from the pale human man and he finds him standing silently in the study. Edward takes a moment to look over his still naked human, and to listen to his thoughts. Leaning against the doorjamb, he analyses the mind of his lover. The disorder that should be whirling in Jasper's mind is distinctly absent as he stands at the window perusing outside. Instead, there is a sense of elation and freedom and he is recalling his act with Edward.
... His cupped hand over her mouth, his other hand thrusting inside her inner lips...
...her wide-eyed look next to Edward's red-eyed gaze...
...Edward's eyes turning a more brilliant red as he feasts on her neck...
...the feeling of intense excitement as he watches Edward...
...the taste of her blood on Edward's tongue...
...Edward's tongue on him, the feel of his lips feasting upon his cock...
And Jasper is exhilarated. Edward smiles at this fact. 'Perfect,' purrs his mind as he walks amicably into the room. "What are you thinking about?"
Jasper turns his head at the sound of his voice, and Edward feels the slight tug of déjà vu. He smiles at his blond lover as the Southern drawl sounds more prominent when Jasper speaks, "I didn't hear you come back, darlin'."
Edward murmurs against his forehead, "I had to take care of something. So what were you thinking about?" Jasper had not bothered to put on any clothing, instead relishing the feeling of being entirely free whilst dismembering Bonnie's human remains. Now Edward can feel him shudder as the vampire slips his arms around Jasper's waist, but it seems to be in pleasure as the man's cock thickens and hardens against him.
"Oh it wasn't anything really." Edward notes how Jasper changes the subject. "It's wonderful having you back. I-I- well, I know I've said it before but I really missed you."
The peaceful smile on Jasper's face surprises Edward momentarily, rendering him speechless. He brushes the hair back from Jasper's face as the blond bows his head in embarrassment. "So you've said. Countless times." Edward ducks his own head down, trying to catch Jasper's eye. "Hello?" he notes Jasper trying to look away. He grasps the blond's chin firmly in his hand, bringing it to face his. "You know you're too tall to get away with ducking your head. Moreover, do not be embarrassed about telling me you missed me. I rather like it." Jasper shrugs when the vampire gives him a sideways glance. Caught off-guard when Jasper abruptly leans in and kisses him rather thoroughly, Edward, a little befuddled from the sudden heated kiss, gazes blankly at the tall blond when he eventually pulls back. Edward spies a cheeky look cross Jasper's face and he takes this opportunity to keep things light.
"What's this?" he teases Jasper, "Impudence? A little brazenness?"
He feels Jasper fleetingly brush his lips over Edward's again before his lover gives him a broad grin and with a wink, Jasper says, "Sassy. Folks down here call it sassy."
Jasper leans towards him again and Edward sighs, feeling Jasper's hands trail through his hair before grasping tightly to the back of his head. A light moan leaves his lips as Jasper's tongue trails lazily from his collar to his chin, before his lips are captured and the full lips of Jasper are tormenting nibbling upon them. The glide along his bottom lip leaves his toes curling in his shoes as his vampire sensitivity lends itself to heightening the Jasper-inflicted pleasure. A low chuckle forces him to open an eye to glare at his human. "Don't. Stop."
"Oh I wasn't intending to, darlin'." The murmur breathed against his skin, Edward clenches his jaw at the sudden intensity of feeling coursing through his body as Jasper's warm breath wafts over him. When fingers curl and tug in his hair once again, forcing his head back, Edward clutches at the man's forearms as the warm mouth moves in, nibbling strokes along his jaw. "Just getting you warmed up for the long ride ahead," came the hot whisper in his ear. Edward groans, half in desperation and half in contentedness, as he exchanges one passionate kiss after another with his lover.
"You're amazing..." At the raspy whisper uttered into his ear, Edward's cock twitches while the hot tongue traces the whorls of his ear. 'Oh God,' Edward's mind is fast approaching incoherency as his Jasper touches the tip of his tongue into the shell of Edward's ear. He turns the tables on his human, grasping the silken curls on Jasper's head within his palms and leans the man backwards to gain access to the column of his throat. The pulse is visible to Edward and it calls to both he and the monster inside. Ignoring the call of the blood with a wrench and a twist of his head, he chooses instead to press his lips against the man's Adam's apple and travel downwards. As Edward's lips suck on the warm skin along the man's collarbone , and down the planes of his chest, Edward tries to recall why it had been so imperative that Jasper traverse this path, this dark and oft lonely path toward hell, damnation and eternal torment.... these nine circles of suffering that somewhere in the dim recesses of Edward's mind, Jasper had to journey to get to where he - Edward - was.
Knowing from reading his thoughts, that Jasper feels safe and secure, Edward is free to explore both his own mind and Jasper's body. As Edward's lips travel along the curve of his lover's shoulder, sliding into every crevasse, and curve, Edward's thoughts briefly touch on how incredibly satisfied he is at how far Jasper has come in a few short days. Acutely aware that within Jasper is the awakening of the monster that also similarly resides within him, Edward feels that their time as human and vampire is ending. The time of turning Jasper is near; for the monster is hungry and Edward knows it cannot be denied. It is a monster that when it calls, he has answered, willingly, even though he himself had to travel through the nine pits of hell. He has had to live with it for the past one hundred years and now it is Jasper's turn...
The greed and avarice that drew Edward to Jasper, it was already there. It was not of Edward's doing. Jasper was already avaricious; after the disappearance of Alice, after the death of his parents; and the rejection of his peers made him hoard and covet his wealth like Midas. On the other hand, maybe it had been the mistrust of his townsfolk, forcing Jasper to hibernate in his home, but he still did not spend a penny more than he absolutely had to; not to mention his covetous nature towards any tangible materials that held any sentimental value of any sort to Jasper. He also had a certain want to hoard those he held close.
Not that Edward really minded. After all, he too had a certain need to hoard those he held close and/or coveted. He pulls Jasper closer at the thought, skimming his nose against his warm skin fervently, wanting to climb in and bury himself tightly in his beautiful, blond, human man.
Violence - Jasper certainly crossed that line very easily. Look at what they were cleaning up after all. The ease in which Jasper embraces the violence required for his future life with Edward did worry him some, but for now, Edward chooses to ignore it. Instead, he focuses his imaginings on what the future may hold for them.
He flicks his tongue provocatively against a taut nipple, smiling in satisfaction at the answering groan rumbling through Jasper's chest and he does it again, feeling it tighten in excitement under his lips. 'Perhaps a nice inn that would attract travellers and we could have our pick of the menu from the clientèle,' he muses as he languidly circles the erect nub in front of him with his tongue. He breathes gently over the moist tip and watches it pucker in the wake of his icy breath. Laughing softly, he pulls the sensitive tip into his mouth and hears the frantic racing of Jasper's heartbeat. 'Hmmm... if we had an inn, Jasper could certainly entice travellers there to stay, or perhaps Esme would be better suited.' He tugs the nipple gently, before lathing it with his tongue, taking care to ensure his human is enjoying the experience, artifice not being part of the sexual experience in Edward's mind. However Edward knew that artifice, and fraudulence could be part and parcel of life. Moreover, part of Jasper's life. When Jasper pretended to not know about the circumstances of Philip's death, denying it, denial that he had been present in Philip's company when townsfolk accused him; denial of his relationship with Bonnie Simmons when her gardener had red-handedly caught them? Edward's low, rumbling, laughter at the already guilty soul his lover had well before Edward arrived is swallowed by Jasper's ravenous kiss as he pulls Edward up, sliding his warmth against Edward's icy chill and Edward muses absently that if this is the taste of guilt, he'd happily keep tasting it for eternity. Oh yes, Jasper was going to go through all nine circles, slowly, baptism by fire. The monster laughs in his head, but it is Bella's voice he hears as it scoffs in the recesses of his mind, "You certainly aided and abetted Lust, Edward. Sodomy? Relations of the male persuasion? All that unnaturalness? All your doing, you bad, bad man." He shakes his head, but she gives a throaty laugh, "He will rot in infinite hell - because of you." Her voice purrs with pleasure as she adds, "No God will save him after you've had him."
Tightly he closes his eyes, willing her voice to abate, or better yet, to disappear as Jasper's tongue battles with his own.
She falls silent, and the monster comes to the fore as Edward battles inwardly with him. 'You are doing it for Jasper. For the love of Jasper, Edward. He needs us. He needs to do this - for you, for him, for all of us. Patience is the key. We can only encourage him. The rest is up to him. But you know he wants this. You know he wants you!' his mind whispers beguilingly. 'Encourage the gluttony in lustful acts, like he dreams about. You can hear them. You know he wants that. You know he wants to please you, and only you. Leading Jasper into the pits of depravity, just as your father has taught you, will only make Jasper love you more. Yes, Jasper will be lost in the world of sexual deviancy and he will love it, just as he will love you.'
Thrusting his hands into the strands of cornsilk hair, Edward seeks the tongue of his lover, sucking at it with relish. He smiles at his thoughts, the dark voice of Isabella dissipating like the dark clouds after a storm and only the light voice of his inner beast lingers on, imbuing him with a sense of calm and peace.
"What do you want, Jasper?" he whispers huskily. He whimsically brushes his lips against Jasper's lobe and his human instinctively tilts his head to allow further exploration of the column of his neck. Jasper's thoughts leap from pleasure found in a bed to against a wall and a tremor of want flows through Edward's body causing his toes to curl as it glides shiveringly straight to his loins. He purrs into Jasper's ear, "You do recall I can read your mind?"
Chuckling quietly, Jasper leans into the vampire he already considers lover and makes a small noise of content. "Hmmm, yes I keep forgetting that," he teases. "So why ask if you already know?"
"I want to know you'll tell me the truth."
"Edward.... always." Jasper traces the planes of the man's face. The monster roams in the caged portion of Edward's mind. It wants Jasper. He wants Jasper. The turning will need to happen soon. Edward can feel it. He smiles indulgently at the blond man, leaning into his small caresses before grinning mischievously.
"Shall we play another game then?"
Lips curving upwards, eyes dancing with mischief, Jasper nods, "Let's."
Edward takes the man's hand and leads him towards the stairs, intending to take him to pleasurable heights before introducing his new 'regime', but a knock comes at the door and Edward gets a shiver down his back when he hears a familiar heartbeat and the brush of a young man's thoughts. 'Jimmy...'
"Master Jasper?"
Edward's possessiveness returns in full force when he hears the tones of Jimmy's voice and witnesses the reaction of his human. Jasper's smile is wide and his face almost glows when he spies the hesitant figure peering around the corner.
"Jimmy???"
Barely has he heard Jimmy reply to Jasper before his mind growls at the intrusion of this competitor. Edward sees Jimmy taking in Jasper's state of undress and gulping visibly, and to Edward, rather audibly. 'Mine!' growls Edward's monster silently, and Edward's eyes narrow as he notes the flushed faces of both Jimmy and Jasper, but does not miss either man's glance at a certain part of his human's anatomy as it rises, commanding all men's attention. With one smooth fluid motion, Edward grabs a covering from the hall chair and holds it out to Jasper pointedly.
He hears the cascades of sensual thoughts from both men and Edward - no longer waiting for Jasper to take the covering - throws it around Jasper's waist whilst murmuring, "Unless you are willing to be on your knees worshiping that part of Jasper's anatomy Mr Oaks, complete with dollar bill offerings, I suggest you refrain from staring too long."
The mind of Jimmy is loud, and Edward cannot help, but to hear the mental thoughts of Jimmy taking Jasper in many positions, in many locations. The young man's mind moves onto the ideas of Edward taking him while Jasper watches; the increased heart rate and shuddering breaths indicating that Jimmy is most open to this idea.
Jimmy's thoughts become full of watching Jasper's masturbation, of having Jasper in his mouth whilst watching Edward taking the blonde-haired Jasper from behind. Inwardly Edward smirks as he realises that this will be easier than he had anticipated and he relishes the idea of being able to move this part of his plan even faster than he had originally thought.
Edward finishes tying the coverlet at Jasper's waist with a final tug. "Keep looking at him like that if you don't mind your Major Whitlock's observation while I take you instead?" The coverlet tents as Jasper's erection pushes against it at his words, and Edward makes his move and grasps the jutting member as it pushes out, caressing it. He hears the sudden draw of breath from one human as well as the rumbling groan of the other. He smirks before turning to look at the dark haired human. "Would you like to be on your knees before Master Jasper? Wrapping your mouth around his hard cock. That is what you desire isn't it... Jimmy?"
The thoughts of the young man scream at Edward as he dumbly nods his willing submission.
'I daresay he may be more than amenable to what we have planned after all,' the monster in Edward's head licks his lips voraciously. Laconically Edward drapes an arm over Jasper's shoulder, pulling the blond into his chest. A hawk like look on his face as he stares at the other man looking appreciatively at them. "What are you here for, Jimmy? Tell us..." His lips brush over the blond's ear and a groan passes through his human. When he straightens a gleam of excitement shines in his eyes. They both stare at the young dark-haired man before them.
Jimmy stammers, "Jasper... I mean, Sheik. I f-f-found Sheik.... oh god.... I want... Jasper... " Jimmy's tongue snakes out to run over his lower lip as Edward runs his tongue down the side of Jasper's throat and his hand ghosts down the planes of Jasper's chest towards his waist. Two simultaneous low moans are music to Edward's ears and he smiles wickedly against his human's warm skin.
"Come!" He bids imperatively to them both to follow as he walks out the front door and heads toward the stables.
After Jasper's unexpected presence in town and the resultant, blatant altercation in which Ashley perceives that Jasper instigated and put him down, Ashley Jameson feels particularly peeved. His ego more than a little bruised and unhappy, and knowing that Jasper has rarely, if ever, come into town over the past year or so, Ashley has made up his mind to seek out any and all knowledge of Jasper Whitlock, former friend and in Ashley's head, murderer. Feeling that he knows that there is something strange going on at Jasper's house, Ashley heads that way and is determined to find out what it is. Because he had found that trying to cajole, bribe and finally, forcefully pushing Jimmy Oaks into telling him about that varmint, Jasper, did not gain him the desired results. Instead, the brother of his long-absent friend high-tailed it towards Jasper's property on one of Jasper's most prized horses. Ashley snorts as he clambers through the forest, following the old trail from years gone by. Ever since Jasper had turned back up in town, he'd been the bane of Ashley's existence. Everyone in the county coveted those Whitlock horses. Now it was Jasper who was running that show. Moreover, that fact irked Ashley to no end. He scoffs silently, "Stupid Whitlock, irksome family."
Ashley still lived in silent fear of Jasper finding out about his part in the disappearance of Alice. Sure, he had been the one to tell that strange man about the Whitlock family when he'd been asked, but it wasn't his fault that the same day he'd answered the man's incessant questions about the dark-haired little girl, happened to be the same day she disappeared. No, not at all.
He waded through the undergrowth as the thoughts continued to justify themselves in his mind. In addition, it certainly wasn't his fault that the red-eyed, blond man looked particularly pleased when Ashley pointed out that they were to meet them at the lake that afternoon, alone. Yes, all right so he'd made money out of the deal, but how was he to know, a ten year old boy, that she'd be taken?
He shrugs, ducking under a low lying branch.
He hadn't wanted her to disappear entirely but finding that she had, his only thought as a ten year old boy was that Philip would get more of Jasper's time since Jasper would no longer have a little tag-along. May be a little callous, but at the time, it seemed good to ten-year-old Ashley. They, as in he and Phil, would get more of Jasper. But he'd found that Jasper had less time than before, as Jasper tried to fill the shoes of both his own as well as Alice's, namely becoming the perfect boychild. Stupid guilt trips.
And then Philip had all that silliness; he was all a'pinin', a'wallowin' and flat-out damn refusing to spend time with either Jasper or Ashley. Jasper made Ashley lose his cousin. It was all Jasper's fault. Stupid man had just needed to spend time with him and Phil and then none o' this would have had to happen.
As he sure-foots his way across the eastern side of the lake, he sees the three men go into the stables. Raising an eyebrow at the distinct lack of dress of one Jasper Whitlock, Ashley makes his way over behind them. It took him some time, as he had to traverse some unused pathways and he more often than not, got caught up in underlying bramble and thorny bushes, but eventually he gets closer to the stables.
Pausing to take stock of the situation, Ashley listens for any sounds in the still air. He hears what sounds like a man's muffled voice, but then silence. Even more curious now, Ashley continues to creep through the bushy undergrowth, stealthily making his way to the back window of the stables. He'd seen the three men go in, but they have to come out. He is more than a little intrigued especially when Jasper is half-dressed in what looked like a bedsheet. Clumsily he half falls over an exposed root and stumbles, grazing his hand against the side of the building. He stops, holding his breath, wondering if they have heard him. At no sign of movement around him, Ashley moves forward, aiming for the back window he knew to be only shuttered, but paneless. He thanks no God in particular as he spies that they are already fully opened. Ashley parts the leaves and watches in morbid curiosity.
Pleasure and pain as ice meets heat; soft, heated flesh moulding around cool, hard limbs, hips rocking gently as earnest tongues and erect cocks battle moistly for dominance. The flat planes of Jimmy's chest meet the rigid muscular steel of Edward's. A tangle of limbs, thighs touching, arms wrapping and caressing, sliding, gliding against each other, silken skin against marble, heat and ice joining - the resulting steamy sight so mesmerising, and captivating that he can only stare as the light mist swirls sinuously around their intertwined bodies.
He stares in wonder at the silhouettes as they sensually engage, the dim outlines hinting at the tantalising eroticism of the sexual act hidden from his searching gaze. This wasn't supposed to happen. The burly mans leans forward, trying to see more, but is more than a bit startled when he falls through the paneless window.
"Ashley!"
The red-eyed gaze from the duo on the floor swings to face him. Ashley shivers at the intensity of this inhuman gaze.
"Leave us or fear the consequences," Edward's harsh growl terrifies Ashley and instantly he feels wetness travel down his leg and seeping into the material of his trousers.
"Oh don't make him leave Edward." A voice sounds from beside Ashley and fearful, he turns quickly. It is Jasper, leaning back against the wall. His erect member in his hands, casually sliding his fist up and down his shaft as he watches his vampire and his stablehand. Ashley's eyes fasten to the sight of the blond's hand rubbing his pre-come over his hard length and he gulps. A derisive snort sounds from the vampire and Ashley flushes. Jasper chuckles, "And besides, even if he left now, you'd find him and give him consequences. But maybe, from the tenting of his pants, Ashley may be interested in your consequences."
Ashley turns back as the vampire laughs from his position behind Jimmy, and Ashley tries to avoid the sight of the vampire's erection sliding in and out of the quivering and moaning stable hand. Something constricts in his chest as he looks at the young man who is contorting and writhing in what seems to be orgasmic bliss. Ashley is disconcerted to find more than a stirring in his pants at the sight.
"I think he should stay and have supper with us. We'd be delighted to entertain him."
A quiet sense of foreboding flows over Ashley Jameson, rendering him mute with fear as the vampire, while holding Ashley's terrified gaze, quickens his pace, thrusting into the dark-haired man who is making grunting inaudible noises. It is while he holds Edward's gaze and when Jimmy utters a constricted groan as he releases, that with utter mortification, Ashley Jameson feels a familiar tightening in his balls, and orgasms in his pants as ropes of cum hit his face. He lays on the floor breathing hard as Jasper kneels before him, his spent cock in his hand.
"I told you he'd be delighted in our form of entertainment."
Ashley's fear ebbs and confusion take its place as he watches a shirtless Jasper and fully clothed Edward set the table. Bound in the chair by strips of material at his wrists and ankles , Ashley cannot help but shiver each time the vampire nears him.
"What is going on?"
"You must be hungry Ash. Come, I've spent a lot of time cooking up a feast. You and Jimmy can partake of it. Edward and I have already sampled some of this delicious meal." Ashley watches as Jasper and Edward share a knowing glance. The sheer lasciviousness of it excites him and makes him more fearful.
Edward chuckles as he holds Jasper's look. "It was divine. Like a nice aged wine. Mature, full-bodied and very easy to swallow."
The salacious look on Jasper's face makes Ashley Jameson shiver and he glances nervously at the young man next to him. He leans towards him, urgency in his tone, "Jimmy, this isn't right...it wasn't what I..." he starts to say, but he stops as he takes in the blind admiration radiating from the young stablehand's eyes.
He glances up as Edward brings in a plate of food. He grudgingly admits that it does smell really good. His wrists are unbound by Edward and hesitatingly he picks up his fork and delves into the delicious smelling concoction.
"I'd forgotten that you love to cook Jazzy," he says, unwittingly using the nickname of years old. "This smells really good." Surreptitiously, he waits until Jimmy takes a few mouthfuls before he himself dives into it. It is as delicious as it smells. It isn't long before he finishes his plateful and he shyly asks for more.
"May I ask what this is?"
"It's a secret recipe of mine. I used red meat. Red meat always makes anything taste good. I know you like your red meat Ashley... in fact I think the town knows your particular penchant for this kind of red meat." Ashley feels like he is missing a salient point as Jasper crooks a brow at him, but then Jasper continues, "It is rather good, don't you agree?" Ashley nods vehemently as he scoops another mouthful.
"It really is very good Jazzy," he warbles through a mouthful of food. "Either I have forgotten how well you used to cook or this is the best recipe yet."
"Why thank you Ashley Jameson. That's so nice to hear. I'm so glad you are enjoying my…what is the term you often use? Oh yes, my meagre remains."
Jasper smiles warmly at him, confusing Ashley more.
"Although I would have to say it's better when it's at its freshest... and it's rarest, wouldn't you agree Edward?" Jasper laughs and Ashley can't help it, but he thinks that laughter is aimed at him. He shifts uncomfortably, but is relieved when the conversation turns to Jimmy.
"How is it Jimmy?"
"Just fine, Major… I mean Jasper."
"I thoroughly enjoyed earlier. Perhaps we can do it again later? Maybe include me a little more this time? Would you like that Jimmy?"
The highly suggestive comment unnerves Ashley more than a little and he squirms now, wondering if he would become part of this entertainment. Jasper props his elbow on the tabletop, drops his chin onto his closed fist and leans towards Jimmy, an intimate smile on his face. It makes Ashley awkward just looking at it. Jasper's look is surprisingly candour with a touch of flirtatiousness and he feels as if he is intruding on a private moment.
"Oh I would enjoy that, thank you." Jimmy's head is bobbing excitedly and Ashley is immediately reminded of when he watched that same head bobbing up and down upon Edward's cock earlier and his own erection rises again.
"Jazzy... I think your friend would like to partake as well." 'Shut up you unnatural man.' Ashley glares sidelong at Edward. The bronze hair man grins before he takes Jimmy out of the room. An indulgent smile upon his face, Jasper watches them leave before turning back to his childhood friend.
"Oh I'm sorry Ashley. Private party this time. Voyeurs not allowed." Jasper looks at him with a smug look on his face and all at once Ashley is concerned. "Did you enjoy your meal?" he whispers huskily. The larger man is apprehensive as Jasper stands and walks around. He stares at the blond as he squats next to him. His stomach starts to churn as Jasper leans in to whisper in his ear, "Bonnie did say you liked licking her. Was eating her just as pleasurable?" Ashley stares aghast at his empty plate and his innards clench and jerk and he finally loses the contents as Jasper murmurs, "Her blood was delicious when I licked it fresh off Edward's tongue while I pounded the hell out of her."
Ashley was still coughing out his stomach's contents when Jasper quips lightly, "She came, Ashley, calling my name, and then she went - just like you will."
Still vomiting the remnants of his last meal Ashley feels Jasper's warm hands clasp the side of his face. He peers up, saliva dripping from his slack mouth and then nothing as Jasper coolly and calmly snaps his neck.
"Sorry, I couldn't wait." Jasper lets the man fall to the floor. "Thank small mercies for all that training of bucking broncos," he murmurs, shaking his arms loosely to rid them of tension. He walks out of the room without looking back.
Official Quotes:
The healthy man does not torture others - generally it is the tortured who turn into torturers. ~Carl Jung
"Like voices in the rain, Like a song without a name; Like angel's wings, And whisperings; Of love we lost, And found along the way." ~Staind, Lost Along the Way
"When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you." ~Friedrich Nietzsche
Thanks for reading. TJ