-1Author's Note: I do NOT own Twilight and or any character or plot lines associated with Stephenie Meyer's creation. This fan fiction contains yaoi a.k.a. homosexual relations between males. It is rated M for mature.

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It was Friday afternoon and Jasper sat in Math class biting his nails. It was an odd habit that Jasper had never done before, but lately the days with Mike had gotten him less and less high and instead a gut wrenching heart ach had filled his senses. It was driving him crazy and sitting next to Mike Newton while the teacher droned on wasn't helping to calm his nerves like it usually did. It made it worse. Every time he looked over, Mike was looking at him and that gloriously warm and loving feeling that sprang off the boy would hit him like a ton of bricks. Jasper looked down at his cuticles. They were bloody and ripped. Slowly, he watched in fascination as they would heal to new before he would set them to teeth to be bloodied again. Thankfully the bell rang and Jasper sprang from his chair to escape the sudden pang of loneliness that followed him.

Jasper got to the car before his siblings and threw his books into the back seat with a crash. Jasper laid his head down on the top of the car and started hitting it softly and repeatedly with his forehead. Jasper's breath was heavy, labored and as he thought about it, completely unnecessary. Instantly, his breathing stopped and he removed his forehead from the metal to look at the gray paint intensely. His concentration was shattered, however, when a voice came from behind him.

"Jasper? Are you ok?" It was Mike and as he reached out to put a comforting hand on Jasper's shoulder Jasper's mind went wild. Jasper grabbed the boy's hand and spun him around, pinning Mike to the car, and crashing their lips together in a frenzied and passionate kiss.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Jasper whispered in agony as he pulled away. Having his body pressed against Mike's like this wasn't improving his situation.

It took a moment for Mike to respond. "What? Jasper… I don't know what you're talking about. But, you're driving me crazy." Mike stammered. Jasper looked at the boy.

His cheeks were flushed and Jasper caressed his thumb over the pale pink slowly. Mike's hair was tousled into a mess of gold and Jasper could even hear his mortal heart racing. A sizzling golden sensation sprang up in the pit of Jasper's stomach and Jasper took a step back to let go of the trembling teen. The intense urge to just drag the boy off into the wood was starting to over power his rational thought. Mike continued, "It's like I can't… I feel different when you're around me…It's like I can't breath…" Jasper cut him off with a scream of frustration and broke out into a run toward his house and vanishing into the forest, leaving Mike standing by the Cullen's car in shock.

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It had been months since Jasper had slept with Alice and on most days this wouldn't have worried him. But his ever increasing feelings for Mike Newton had led him to drastic measures. In the hope that he would reclaim himself, Jasper had bedded his wife. They rolled in the sheets, ripping them to shreds, kissing away the night both of them wanting the other to be someone else.

Slowly the clock on the wall ticked away as Jasper lay next to Alice, staring at the wall. They didn't touch and Jasper's back was turned to Alice as she watched the fan blades spin on the ceiling. He had thought that having sex with Alice would rid him of the feelings he had for Mike. How could his addiction to the young boy have led to his own emotions being swayed?

"You said his name." Alice commented as she shifted in the bed. She had done this as a favor to her husband and was steadily getting more and more eager to escape to Bella's side again.

"Did I? Because I faintly remember you calling my Bella." Jasper asked, no emotions in his calm voice. He didn't move to even look at her.

Alice glared at her husband. "Yes, you did, when you climaxed. And every time we kissed I could taste him on you lips, like venom." Alice explained, spite and anger tainting her sweet voice. Jasper sighed in frustration as guilt hit him in the gut.

"Well isn't that ironic? Him being the one with the venom. I guess I've been infected haven't I?" Jasper chuckled sarcastically.

Alice sighed in worry and placed a condoling hand on Jasper's side; resting her chin on his shoulder. "He dreams of you, Jazz." She whispered, "almost every night."

"Really?" Jasper asked skeptically, "I'm surprised you had a vision about a mortal like him?"

"I don't need to see it in a vision to know that he thinks of you constantly. It's written all over his face. And don't think that I haven't caught on to how you look at him. You have every class with him, you spend most of your time high off his supped up emotional garbage, and when you're not around him…" Alice's voice was starting to waver as she sat up and looked forward, away from Jasper's unmoving form. "You crave for him like a drug and I know he feels the same."

Jasper sighed, "Is that all?" His body was starting to burn with self loathing. But he was in love with the boy like every addict loves their smack and he knew that if he didn't deal with it soon, the pain of being without the teen would drive him over the edge.

Alice got up from the bed and started to put her clothing back on. "Just be careful Jazz." Alice offered as she made her way to the door. She reached for the knob and then stopped as a flash of a vision hit her. She turned and looked back at Jasper. "He's still awake. He had a fight with Jessica. I think he needs someone to talk to." Jasper finally looked over at Alice, who smiled happily and blew him and kiss. Jasper smiled softly and caught the invisible kiss, placing it on his heart, before Alice disappeared out the door.

Jasper sat up in bed, pulled his shirt on and looked out the window. It was a full moon and Jasper's smile grew as he thought about how poetic it was that he would be wooing his lover by moon light. Standing up, Jasper pulled on a pair of jeans. His reflection in the mirrored closet doors stared back at him, smiling that fiend. His golden waves of hair were a sex-driven mess and his skin seemed to glow in the moon shine. "Well if nothing else I'll look like a porn star taping on his window." Jasper joked with his reflection. His reflection smiled back at him, his smile twisted erotically. Jasper slipped his sneakers on without socks, another habit he'd picked up during the war, and flew out the bay windows; his reflection waving at him as he disappeared into the night.

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Author's note: so I know, no smut yet, but I'm having some extreme smut block. I'm having motivation issues… so please review because reviews make me happy and the happier I am the more smut I can write… I don't know why it's just weird. Also message me with requests. I have a few coming and I'm working on a new piece as you read this probably. So keep reading, keep reviewing, and keep enjoying.

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Cally