Chapter Eight

Beautiful Chaos

Edward's POV

Thirty-one days later...

"I've been ordered to speak with the Russian inmate at once," I lied to the middle-aged armed guardsmen assigned to their posts at the forefront of the federal prison, me having just barely made it passed the front desk at reception where I had provided as little details as possible regarding my visit here.

These uniformed men, however, needed to hear something to justify letting me onto the prison grounds, my eyes and senses positively desperate to behold one, curly-headed Russian male with the gaze and smile of a heaven-sent deity.

Upon ending my statement to them, I deftly retrieved my FBI badge and photo ID from the inside of my black, pin-striped suit jacket, and showed them that I could definitely be here on legitimate business.

Such a lie it was, but they nodded in agreement just the same, the both of them looking a bit stunned that a fed was here alone to speak to one of the inmates, but I paid their would-be thoughts little mind as I strode passed them down the wide, white marble corridor towards the far end of the facility, where the fenced-in courtyard was on full display for regular observation through the doubled-paned glass doors.

According to the woman at the front desk, the prisoners were all outside for their recreational time right now.

My eyes were kept focused directly ahead of me as I strode confidently out of the impressive, main building and let myself into the expansive, grass and concrete-covered courtyard where the inmates were free to lift weights, play football and basketball, and just enjoy the outside air.

The crisp afternoon filled my lungs as I walked closer to the high-reaching fence, my sharp eyes scanning the crowds for any sign of my blonde-haired obsession, my thoughts racing but in fragmented bursts of information that switched back and forth from noticing things about my environment to recalling even the slightest details about my Jasper.

I had not seen him at all since that time in the interrogation room back at FBI Headquarters, and my heart, mind, and body had been screaming at me ever since to rectify that circumstance as soon as possible.

My days had been lifeless, my job unimportant in which the things that had used to make me nervous or excited would barely rouse my interest at all.

I needed Jasper, that much was blatantly clear to me.

I needed his quiet calm to keep me calm.

I needed his beauty to let me see other beauty.

I just needed him close to me, but I was wholly unwilling to leave it at just that once I actually had him.

I wanted all of him.

My life cried without him in it.

Suddenly snapping me out of my own reverie, my attention caught notice of a large gathering of inmates, most of them chanting and hollering wildly as they clearly gathered around some spectacle.

I recognized the sinking feeling in my gut – it was the same one that I had gotten in Nizhny Novgorod, right before my team of agents and I had burst in through the doors of the bar to capture Jasper.

Acting on impulse, I ran to the gated section on the fence located just a few more yards away from me, and jammed the key I had been given into the padlock, releasing the catch at once, before I rushed inside the concreted area where this was happening.

"Move out of the way! Out of the way now! Move!" I shouted above the continuous roar of the riled men, drawing my handgun from its holster on my hip as I pushed my way through the stocky, tightly-packed crowd, needing to see just what was taking place, tinges of fear beginning to grow inside of me the more I ventured forward.

Even before I had finished shoving my way through the many prisoners, I could see him...I could see my Jasper, clad in a fitting white tee-shirt with the top portion of his orange jumpsuit hanging defiantly down from his narrow waist, his pants baggy on him as the sleeves swayed around his legs with each movement he made.

My eyes widened, my body forgetting to move towards him, as I watched as he curved his bleeding lips into a feral, mocking smile, his profile to me as his chest heaved with his heavy intakes of air, before he had to quickly bring up his exposed, tattooed arms to block a punch coming from his opponent.

I let my shocked gaze expand so that I may see more of the man Jasper was fighting, and I instantly gulped in vicarious terror.

The man was huge, a walking tower of bulky muscle that surpassed even Emmett, as his giant arms swung and swung again towards the lithe, obviously faster-on-his-feet Russian.

In practiced, fluid motions, Jasper ducked out of the way of the humongous man's fists, finding an easy opening on his round body, before delivering his opponent an excruciating body-shot into his side that instantly made the crowd huff with either their praise or displeasure.

Using his opportunity of having his foe knocked off balance, the giant, older male currently clutching at his ribs on his right side now, Jasper swiftly delivered a fast hook to his chin before following up such a blow with striking the ax of his elbow of his opposite arm across the man's bearded jaw.

The man gargled blood, which the crowd obviously loved as my too-sensitive senses picked up several, adamant calls in Jasper's favor.

The ogre of a man brought a hand to his chin where blood poured down like a morbid waterfall, before abruptly thrusting all of his weight forward, tackling Jasper to the hard, unforgiving concrete within a blink of an eye.

"Jasper!" I called fruitlessly, the knowledge to go to him striking through my stalling brain once again, as I began pushing against the arms of the inmates until I reached the center clearing of the circle.

Pointing my gun to the sky, I fired off two rounds, quickly making most of the orange-clad men duck down, some of them even running away, as the noise vanished.

"Everyone turn the fuck around and leave this area right fucking now!" I ordered gruffly, darting my eyes left and right and then left again as I took notice of the increasing obedience to my instructions as the men began doing what I had said.

Satisfied with dispersing the mob, I pointed my Glock Model twenty-three handgun directly at the behemoth of a man that was still on top of Jasper, his gaze on me from over his meaty shoulder.

"Get the fuck off of him...NOW!" I hollered, unable to contain my anger any longer towards this man, as I watched as he lifted his staggering weight off of the man I loved before trotting away, making sure to narrow his hideous eyes at me all the while.

Jasper remained where he was on his back, his breathing still heavy and his eyes barely open.

Drops of bright, red blood dotted long his white shirt and I felt my heart miss a beat inside my chest as I looked upon him, unconsciously holding my breath until I heard him speak.

"Ed...Edward...?" Jasper breathed my name, disbelief present in his voice as he swallowed down some spit and, most likely, blood, and upon hearing him call out to me, I moved immediately.

I carefully seized his hands from his sides, and cautiously began helping him to stand up from the ground, my eyes taking in everything about his ruffled, admittedly strongly appealing appearance to the smears of blood that coated his lips and fingers.

"Yes, sweetheart...it's Edward...come with me," I whispered to my statuesque, oftentimes violent Russian, observing the way he was leaning over slightly even with the help of my hands holding onto his back and abdomen.

"What...what are you doing here...?" Jasper asked, placing a battered, red-tinged hand on my arm as he made to right himself before we started walking, the Russian finally lifting his golden, curly head so that his lovely blue eyes peered directly into my waiting green ones.

I smiled at his question, feeling my own happiness soar upon being able to touch him again, feel his breath against my skin, and have his addictive aura mix enticingly with my own.

"Not here...I'll answer all of your questions, but not here...now come on," I told him, before the two of us began navigating out of the fenced-in area and back towards the main building, Jasper still keeping his hand on my arm for support while we walked.

Jasper and I strode the distance of the courtyard in exhilarating silence, my own words and questions for him positively burning on my tongue, but I knew I had to wait until he and I could be alone, otherwise my true reason for being here would be blown wide open.

Just the same, it was damn near intoxicating being this close to him again, having his hands on me, knowing that he was trusting me, relying on me, and being so invitingly familiar with me after he had just engaged in a reckless, brutal fight with another inmate.

My soul flared wildly in uncontrollable pride with my knowledge that I had such privileges with this wonderful man that others simply did not, me being able to touch and speak to the blonde Russian as I pleased, whereas others would be met with violence upon the same encounter.

At my side, Jasper kept his gaze lowered, probably as to not draw too much attention to us or to make anyone who looked upon us think that I was making him walk with me; it was a subtle but clever cover for my steering him down the clean, polished corridor.

Then, having spotted the specific room I had seen on my way to meet Jasper, I suddenly shoved the fair-skinned Russian inside the unlocked storage room located on our right side.

The storage room was more spacious that I had anticipated, housing multiple metal racks full of supplies and a sink and counter near the back of the room, but it was against the nearest wall that I gently pushed Jasper back so that he and I would face each other.

Jasper's gorgeous eyes were confused and worried, his eyebrows lightly drawn together as he sought out answers in my face alone, and my heart ached for the way he looked almost ready to be betrayed once more.

Never again.

"Oh, baby...let me help you," I murmured affectionately as I pulled out my kerchief from my suit breast pocket, folding the thin piece of white cloth once before bringing it up to Jasper's red-stained lips and chin.

Jasper visibly relaxed into my warm, mindful touches, his luscious lips kept parted for me, as I carefully dabbed and dabbed again at the drying blood coloring his flesh, his eyes staring softly yet intently on me while I tended to him.

My ministrations coming to a gradual halt as I blinked my eyes up into his own, seeing his half-lidded gaze tracing lovingly over my every feature, I reached my free hand up and brushed a few of his longer curls away from his eyes and behind his ear.

Jasper's shoulders visibly lessened in the stress he had been carrying upon receiving such intimate contact from me, my palm cradling his perfectly-shaped cheek as I heard him sigh peacefully, the both of us standing painstakingly close to one another while we simply held each others' appreciative gaze for a moment.

I knew, from the way Jasper relaxed into my gentle touch and how he seemed to find solace in my eyes on him...I knew that Jasper finally understood that I would never hurt him, would never be harsh with him...and that I only wanted to cherish him...that I needed him.

...and I was grateful.

"I've missed you so much, Jasper...you have no idea...I was going crazy without you..."I whispered to Jasper, closing my eyes in cotton-soft contentedness as I felt Jasper trail his hands up either of my arms until he could wrap his own arms around my shoulders.

Like a dam breaking inside me, as if all of my bottled anticipation and relentless yearning to be with him, really be with him, suddenly shattered into something positively freeing, I dropped my kerchief onto the floor as I encircled my arms around Jasper's back, squeezing his slender form to my own in a crushing embrace that had me breathing easier and thinking more clearly than I had in weeks.

"...I have...missed you, Edward..." Jasper admitted to me in his kind, richly accented words, words that I could tell he was not used to saying to anyone because of their unhindered honesty, their raw power that caressed over me just as tangibly as his hands on my back, keeping me pressed against him.

"Jasper...I need you to look at me, sweetheart..." I spoke quietly to my Russian, bringing either of my hands to his angelic yet slightly scuffed face, my emerald orbs steeling a bit before I continued speaking, "...are you hurt at all? Did that fucking guy hurt you out there?"

Jasper serenely blinked his eyes, nuzzling his cheek against one of my cupped hands, as a small smile curved his ruby lips, his strong, tattooed arms still draped over my shoulders as he and I remained blissfully close, both of us totally unwilling to even put another centimeter of space between us.

"Net, tovaras...I am alright..."Jasper answered me as he slowly turned his face into my palm and gingerly pressed a single, soul-clenching kiss to my roughened skin.

I moved towards him at once, far too weak to witness such a world-halting display of fondness from this man while still hoping to have some of my sanity intact, as I pressed our lips together in a searing, connecting kiss that immediately had my Jasper gripping onto my clothes harder.

Jasper hummed against my lips and it was all the motivation I needed to begin peppering his tempting lips with heated, butterfly kisses, his exquisite, unique taste exploding across my senses, capturing all of me in one, fell swoop, as I moved my lips across his cheek.

Jasper's breath hitched in his throat, his chest pushing deliciously into mine, as I nipped and suckled lightly at his sensitive earlobe, wise to the fact that that was one of my angel's special spots, before I grazed my teeth down the smooth flesh of his throat.

"Haa...Edward...Jesus...m-more..." Jasper shuddered in my arms while I lavished his snow-kissed skin with unrelenting attention, all of my ministrations solely aimed at bringing him endless bouts of pleasure, teasing and satisfying alike, as I slid my hands down the solid plans of Jasper's chest until I seized the bottom hem of his tee-shirt.

"...anything...anything you want, I'll give it to you, baby...you hear me..." I cooed across Jasper's collarbone, breathing in his scent deeply, before fluidly lifting his prison-issued shirt up his torso and off of his body, Jasper having raised his arms so I could perform such an action.

"Edward..." Jasper purred again, briefly squirming under my hooded, darkened gaze as I lost myself at the sight of his breathtaking body once more, forever worthy of making my whole world disappear and my pulse quicken to nearly dangerous rates, as I let my gaze drink in his long lines of lean muscle that formed his narrow waist and strong upper body.

His tattoos still intrigued me, ranging from the Russian proverbs decorating his arms that I could not read, to the significant snowflakes that mirrored each side of his chest, to the word 'Morozov' that spanned across his delectably taut abdomen.

I had to literally shake my head to snap out of my daze, earning a small, delighted smile from my Russian obsession before me, as I placed my hands on either of his trim sides, loving the feel of his warm skin that had my nerves tingling to no end.

This time, Jasper craned his head up towards mine, claiming my lips with his own in a candy-sweet, heart-stopping kiss that just about had me begging this man for whatever he would give me, as I purred against his perfect lips in approval, absolutely dying at the way I could feel Jasper tugging a little at my black tie around my neck.

I squeezed his hipbones in my hands before languidly breaking off our chaste kiss, as I slowly moved to rest my weight on my knees before him, my eyes not missing the way Jasper's cobalt gaze widened in instant surprise as he pressed his palms flat against the wall behind him.

"...let me do this, baby..." I spoke solidly but not harshly to the blonde-haired Adonis before me, casting my shining emerald orbs up into his lovely, pale features, taking in the whole image of Jasper's body presented so alluringly before me as I mindlessly massaged his hipbones in my hands, "...I've wanted to do this to you since the first time I saw you..."

"...w-wait...Edward..."Jasper's honey-coated words were breathless with his drowning infatuation with the way I inched down his loose-fitting orange pants, exposing even more of his incredibly erotic flesh to me before I pressed my lips to his lower abdomen.

"...ahh...ty tak nuzshna mne, Edward...please..." Jasper begged me, his natural Russian language flitting through my already heightened, aroused senses, as I teased at Jasper's toned stomach with my lips and tongue, digging into the muscle hard there before nipping softly at his skin with my teeth.

Jasper trembled from my tortuous worship of his body, and I hummed low in my throat in extreme approval as I felt Jasper carefully, as if he was unsure of his actions, card his long fingers through my wayward-styled, bronze locks, his hands brushing through my hair in simple, affectionate sweeps.

However, I heard Jasper gasp sharply from above me the moment I freed his erection from his pants, my half-lidded eyes glazing over even more as I noticed how painfully hard he was for me, the tip of my tongue automatically running across my lips to wet them as I wrapped my fingers around his thick base.

His engorged member pulsed in my commanding grip as I pumped his rigid member up and down a few times, my eyes glued to his every change in expression upon his heavenly face as he drew his bottom lip in between his immaculate white teeth, and I felt my own cock throb wantonly inside my own suit pants as a result.

However, this time was only going to be about him – I had promised myself that days ago before planning to come here.

Wise to the pressing knowledge that our time together was unfortunately limited, I dragged the flat of my tongue heavily along the wide head of Jasper's cock, listening fiercely to Jasper's sensual groans from the way I enthusiastically licked at the translucent drops of pre-come that collected at the slit, savoring his satin flesh and smooth taste inside my mouth as I closed my lips around him.

"Ohh...fuck...yes, Edward...God, yes...please keep going..." Jasper whispered down to me, his fingers gradually tightening in my hair as I moved my moist mouth further down his length, his increasingly needy touches and words all but spiraling me out of my own, firmly-placed vow to see to my own needs with him later, as I moaned around his delicious cock that touched the back of my throat.

"...Edward...ahh...pozhalujsta..."Jasper groaned the single word 'please' to me in Russian once I had every inch of his hot flesh inside my mouth, and I obligingly swallowed around his entire length, feeling him shudder drastically as a result of my soft throat muscles moving against him.

I swirled my tongue around Jasper's base, feeling my otherworldly beautiful Russian arch his slender back as he scratched his nails against my scalp, as I began slowly bobbing my head up and down Jasper's member, hollowing my cheeks as I allowed him to slide deep inside my mouth with every pass.

"Fuck!" Jasper called before clapping a hand over his mouth to muffle his cries, his hips squirming with his unbelievable pleasure coursing through him as I sucked his cock just the right way that had him seeing an amazing oblivion, my ministrations quickly speeding up as I allowed him to fuck his cock as he pleased into my rapidly moving mouth, my lips descending in perfect sync with each subtle thrust of his hips.

I loved finding out just exactly what made my Russian lover quake with need and pant my name; I loved how undeniably sexy it was to have Jasper's cock in my mouth; I loved how it was me who was the one to please him like this, as I grazed my sharp teeth over the hardened contours of Jasper's slick erection, just to see if my angel liked a bit of pain to mix in with his pleasure.

"..mmn...nnh...haa...!" Jasper's blood-igniting moans of ecstasy were still audible to my ears as he responded wonderfully to the small additions of fleeting, teasing pain that I knew would provide him just enough of an edge to practically taste his approaching orgasm.

I hummed around Jasper's intruding cock once more, my hands moving to either of his parted thighs as I scratched my blunt nails down his muscled flesh before lifting my arms a little so I may squeeze at his waist, effectively pawing at his god-like body like it was something divine for me to capture while he and I both moved together perfectly.

"...Edward...Ed...ohh...you have to move...I'm about to come...I...haa...God...I'm going to come...!" Jasper moaned to me, his volume still mindful of our circumstances as he tore his hand away from his mouth so that he could grip at the wall at his sides with both of his hands, his breathing hard and ragged as all of his accumulated, red-hot pleasure became too much for him to hold back any longer.

My mind clouded over even more upon hearing his impossibly erotic words to me, as I squeezed my lips even harder around his engorged flesh, coaxing him to give into everything I was making him feel at this moment, as I shoved his cock down my throat once more, just in time to feel his entire length pulse hotly inside my mouth as the first wave of his intense orgasm coursed through my lover.

"Mmm...hmm..." I purred in unparalleled bliss as I swallowed Jasper's warm, creamy essence that suddenly splashed onto my tongue with slow, savoring constrictions of my throat, suckling him of every last drop of his unique, positively satisfying completion as I felt Jasper shudder above me with every pull I made to his cock, secretly pleasing me to no end.

With lingering movements, I released Jasper's softening member from my lips, before standing up to my full height, only now noticing just how much weight my Russian angel had leaned haphazardly against the wall behind him as he slowly blinked his awestricken eyes up to mine.

"Edward...holy shit...not that I am complaining...at all...but...why...why do that for me?" Jasper breathed his somewhat far-away words to me, prompting to me to smirk at his dazed, sated features and stature as I seized each of his shoulders in my hands so that he may lean his weight against me rather than the cool wall.

The moment Jasper's naked torso pressed against my clothed chest, he shivered slightly, casting his piercing blue eyes up into my patient green gaze as I waited until I had all of him in my grasp before answering.

"Before, when you spoke to me in Russian...what did you say?" I answered his question with one of my own, steadily holding his gaze as I watched how he widened his eyes a little more in surprise at my words, his hands pressed flat against my sides as I held him close.

Jasper licked his lips before speaking softly, almost shyly, "I said...I need you, Edward..."

My whole body and soul jolted with happiness that I knew showed in my glinting, emerald orbs at him; such pleasure and wholeness planting itself deep inside me upon hearing his solemn confession as I unconsciously tightened my hold on his warm, strong shoulders.

"That's why I did it, Jasper...I need you, too," I replied back to him, answering his question in my own way, as I craned my head forward and was met with Jasper's eager lips melding against mine in a passionate kiss.

Our lips moved together effortlessly, electric to my sensitive flesh with its critical importance, as it spoke of a silent agreement taking place between the two of us, something wonderful comprised of loyalty and building love that I could feel...as if they were tangible and made right here before me which I had been missing every day of my life...up until the moment I had replaced it all with such sweet chaos.

Author's Note: More coming up next...something BIG...so stay tuned! Thanks! XD