A/N: There was quite a delay on this chapter, since RL if is being a #&%*. I managed to get this typed up though, so I hope you enjoy it :) Oh, and FYI, I don't have a Beta, so if there are any significant mistakes PM me and I'll correct them as soon as I can. As always, please review :D, Oh and on that note, I just checked my settings and realised I had anonymous reviews disabled for some reason. I've changed that, so anyone can review now ^_^

Warnings: Sex (the gay kind), swearing, violence and I use Jared to voice all my dirty thoughts so implied fisting/bestiality/threesomes/etc,etc... sorry if anything offends, but you have been warned.

Daniel's POV

I woke up and I was alone. I hate doing that.

It had been more than three weeks since I had met the pack, and every night since then I had fallen asleep and woken up in Jacob's arms. It was the warmest, most comfortable, secure-feeling place I had slept in my entire life. I used to have trouble sleeping, but now all I had to do was rest my head against his hot, muscular chest and I would fall asleep listening to his heartbeat.

The only worry I had was what would happen if my mom caught us, but luckily Jacob's hearing was so sensitive that even the sound of my mom opening my door was enough to wake him up, and he could be out the window faster than I could follow. He always came back up for a goodbye kiss, then ran off and came back half an hour later with the Rabbit. I wanted to ride him to school as a wolf, but apparently that might freak people out.

I had more or less forgiven Bella for the whole 'not telling me about the vampires and werewolves thing', but we still didn't spend much time with each other. The problem was that I was always with Jacob, and to him Bella stank of vampire, whilst Bella was always with Edward, and to him I stank of werewolf. It was one of the few things that annoyed me about the whole situation.

The other thing was something I hadn't told anyone. Not even Jacob. I was jealous of Bella. Once Edward bit her they would get to spend the rest of forever together, while all Jacob and I would get was maybe eighty years if we were extremely lucky. Edward had already lived that, and then some! For a while I had even thought about asking one of the vampires to bite me too, but even if Jacob's imprint meant he wouldn't care, I don't think I could do that to him.

So what was I supposed to do?

Of course there was no point worrying about what would happen in the future, since in the present I had been up for three hours and there was still no sign of the damn wolf. It was a good thing it was a weekend or I'd have had to hitch a ride to school with Edward. Awkward...

An hour later I heard a wolf howling, incredibly close to the house. I ran to the back door, but there was no giant, russet coloured wolf to come say hello. Just the empty woods. I stayed there for a moment, hoping he would come bursting out of the trees, then finally decided that he wasn't there and walked back inside.

Two further hours later I was really starting to get worried. This was probably the longest I had been conscious and not seen Jacob since we started dating - (dating... that word was simply not good enough to describe what Jacob and I had, but for now it would have to do...) - and on the rarest of occasions where he was going to be late he had always called to let me know.

I tried every member of the packs phones - (except Paul's, for obvious reasons) - and even tried Emily's house phone, but I got nothing. Which meant something bad must have happened. Very bad. Edward and Bella were out and my mom was working Saturdays, so I had no way of getting...well, anywhere.

Another hour later I was going insane with worry, horrible scenario's involving wild vampires and the Volturi that Jacob had told me about running through my mind. I was just about to walk through the pouring rain and freezing wind, some vague plan about searching the whole of Washington for him and saving him from the vampires forming in my mind, when I heard the back door being unlocked and opened.

Only one person that had a key to my house used to backdoor regularly. I ran into the kitchen and found that one person stepping through the door and shaking his soaking hair about, flicking beads of water everywhere. I stopped in the doorway and stared at him, trying to think of a way to sum up the panic and relief I had gone through and the feelings of love and relief I was feeling knowing that he was safe. Finally I managed to think of a sentence that summed it up nicely.

"Where the bloody hell have you been?"

He looked up at me apologetically, but I didn't even notice the adorable brown eyes gazing at me, because my attention was now fixed on the line of blood streaked across his forehead.

"Jacob!" I cried out worriedly, and ran straight over and put my hands on either side of his head, tilting it to get a better look. "What happened to you?" I demanded, wincing at the sheer amount of blood. He stared at me blankly, then lifted his hand up and felt his head, then pulled his hand back and saw the blood on his fingers.

"Oh, that. It's nothing, it healed ages ago." He said off-handedly. I stared at him in disbelief then shook my head and took his warm hand in mine.

"Come on, I'll clean your head and you can tell me what happened." Despite the fact he was a foot taller and at least a hundred pounds of pure muscle heavier than me I pulled him along behind me like a puppy who had been rolling in the mud. I dragged him over by the sink and washed the blood away, the water turning red as it ran down the drain.

Finally it was all gone and I stepped back, then noticed for the first time the strange look Jake was giving me.

"What?" I asked defensively. Immediately he grinned and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close.

"I love you so much." He told me, then lowered his head and kissed me. There was no attempt to make-out, just the two of us pressing our lips together, feeling the others body pressed close against them. It wasn't until he lifted me into the air and moved me round so I was sitting on the counter that we really started to kiss.

Even with the added height of the counter I still had to tilt my head back to kiss him, so he took advantage of the angle to stick his tongue as far down my throat as possible, the feel of his hot muscle pulsing in the tip of my throat was amazing...until he went too far and my gag reflex kicked in. He pulled back as he felt my throat convulse, then settled for running his tongue around my mouth, exploring the familiar territory.

In seconds the momentary unpleasantness of my gag was forgotten, and I was in heaven. I could taste Jacob in my mouth, wild and delicious, and I pushed my tongue into his mouth, trying to get more of that taste. He pushed back against my tongue with his for a moment, then pulled back and let me in. We both knew exactly what the other liked to do, so in a few seconds we had each other making dull moans of pleasure.

My hands hadn't been idle, running up and down the vast area of his arms, feeling the enormous biceps flexing under the skin as he wrapped his arms around me. I ran my fingers up and along his chest, feeling the beat of his heart beneath my hands. His chest was enormous, both my hands resting easily on one of solid pecs each. I ran my hand over the warm muscle, then moved down and started playing with his nipples, getting both of them to stand erect.

Jacob moaned loudly and broke the kiss, then leaned forward and nuzzled face in the crook of my neck, nipping and biting where my shirt left skin exposed. I didn't know if this was something all couples did, or just a habit that had crossed over from Jake's wolf side, and I didn't care, because it felt amazing. I copied him, although I was a lot...rougher, when I was biting him. I had to be otherwise he didn't even feel it. All the wolves were so damn tough...

But something had made him bleed, something had made my Jacob bleed. Something that had kept him away for six hours and meant none of the pack could answer their phones. That thought turned me off instantly, even with the Native American sex god currently nipping at my neck. I pulled backwards and Jake straightened his neck, his eyes wide and frightened. It took me a minute to realise that he was worried he had hurt me. He was always worrying about that, always scared he would use more strength than he should and break me.

I reached up and wrapped my hand in his hair, then pulled his head down and kissed it where the cut had been, then sighed and rested my forehead against his.

"What happened?" I repeated, my tone making it clear I wasn't going to let me be distracted. Jake stared at me for a long moment, then sighed at me and lifted me into the air, my legs wrapping automatically around his waist. He carried me into the living room, then sat down on the couch, me still straddling his lap. I twisted around so I was leaning against his broad chest, my head lying on his shoulder, looking up towards him.

"You would not believe the day I've had..." He began, beginning to play absentmindedly with my hair...

A/N: This is technically only half a chapter, but like the last one it mutated and ended up as two. The next one is half finished already, so it should be posted tomorrow, or maybe even later tonight if I can :) As always, review!