Emerald Moonlight

Randie Jo

Crossover: Harry Potter & Twilight

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight, but I would not mind owning Harry or Jasper. Sadly, that will not ever happen so...one can only wish.

Thoughts

(A/N: This chapter is going to be, mostly, a lemon. So warning, Read At Your Own Risk. There will be a little surprise near the end, though. Everyone who reviewed gets their cookies now. Like I said last time they are Ginger Snaps! Enjoy! I hope this chapter comes out okay. I actually have no homework for once. Yay!! But even though I have no homework, TAKS tests are next week and it's utterly killing me. I am working as much as I can on this story, and my many other stories that I must finish the next chapter to as well. I will try to finish this chapter soon. It's been months since I last updated, and that's not a good thing. I feel so bad that I've not been updating more - oh, I'm rambling now, so on with the story.(: )

Chapter Fourteen: It's For The Best, I Hope

Jasper smiled encouragingly down at Harry as he pushed him to sit on the bed. He turned to the iced bottle beside the bed and picked up a glass that Harry hadn't noticed before, pouring the liquid into it. "Drink this, love," Jasper said as he held the glass out for him. Harry took it hesitantly and sniffed at it suspiciously. Jasper rolled his eyes. "I'm not trying to poison you or anything; you're safe with me," he said.

Harry finally lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip. He found that it was, in fact, red wine. He took another sip, then another, and before he knew it, his glass was empty. He looked up at Jasper to find his boyfriend smirking at him with a raised eyebrow. He blushed and handed the glass back.

Jasper sat down on the bed beside him and pulled Harry close to him. He buried his face against Harry's neck and inhaled deeply, nipping the flesh gently. Harry shivered and tilted his head, allowing Jasper more access to his throat. Jasper took the invitation and licked the skin before placing a kiss to his shoulder and pulling back.

Harry watched him dazedly as he leaned down to kiss him softly on the lips. Harry kissed back hungrily, putting his arms around Jasper's neck and pulling him to a laying position. Jasper leaned over Harry as he nibbled on his bottom lip. Jasper slid his hand under Harry's shirt and skimmed his nails along his sides up to run over his nipples. Harry's gasp only encouraged him to pinch them gently resulting in Harry moaning softly.

Harry's hands dropped to the waist of Jasper's pants, tugging on them. He pulled back only longer enough to murmur, "Off, I want them off," Jasper nodded and complied, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, pushing them off his hips and down his legs, before doing the same to Harry's. Harry watched him, eyes glazed with passion and a lustful hunger. Once their pants were off, leaving them in their shirts and boxers, Jasper kissed Harry softly, trailing his lips then to his jaw, and lower to his throat as he worked the buttons on Harry's shirt.

Harry's own fingers fumbled with Jasper's shirt, pulling it up, tugging on the material hard. Hearing a satisfying 'rip', he smiled to him self, ripping it the rest of the way. Once it was torn in half down the front, Harry pushed it off his shoulders. He ran his hands down the smooth, marble like chest, feeling the cold chill of the vampire's skin against his much warmer fingers.

Sitting up and gazing down at his mate now clad in only his boxers, Jasper grinned wickedly. This is going to be fun, my little mate, he thought, hooking his fingers in Harry's boxers and tugging them off. He threw them to the floor to join the pile of their clothes next to the bed. Harry shivered as the air hit his heated, sensitive flesh, and bit his lip, looking into Jasper's eyes. Jasper moved away to remove his boxers before rejoining his mate on the bed, leaning over him.

Harry appraised his boyfriend's body, eyes lingering on every inch of him. He was like a god, pale-skinned, muscular, and perfectly proportioned in all the right places. He almost had to catch his breath at the sight, tongue slipping out to lick his suddenly dry lips. Jasper's eyes were on him as well, and Harry could feel his cheeks burning. "Like what you see?" he asked quietly.

Jasper nodded, smiling and looking up into his mate's eyes. "Of course, Harry; you're beautiful," he told him. Harry grimaced. "Beautiful? You sure know how to make me feel like a girl, Jazz," he replied, blush darkening. Jasper just chuckled, and kissed his chest. Harry closed his eyes as he felt Jasper's mouth move lower. This is it, this is really going to happen,'Harry thought, mind reeling at the prospect.

Making his way lower and lower still, Jasper found himself level with his mate's manhood. He examined it for only a moment before darting his tongue out to lick the pre-come from the tip. Harry's whole body jerked, spasming as more pre-come leaked out. Jasper smirked and licked it all away, his tongue gliding over the silky smooth flesh of Harry's erection. The feel of it against his tongue was thrilling.

Harry bucked his hips as Jasper finally took him into his mouth, lips covering just the tip then sliding lower. He noted that Jasper had his venomous teeth covered by his lips. He felt the back of Jasper's throat brush against the tip and moaned, eyes squeezed tightly in his pleasure. He didn't notice Jasper's hand searching across the bed for the lubricant the room had provided them with. He did, however, notice the feeling of a slick finger pushing slightly against the ring of muscles and opened his eyes. He looked down at Jasper questioningly.

"Relax, Harry. It'll make it easier," Jasper drawled, trying to calm the boy. He smiled as he saw Harry relax slightly, putting more pressure on his finger and allowing it to slid in. The muscles tightened around his digit, but loosened a moment later as Harry got used tot he feeling. After a second of letting Harry adjust, he began to move his finger, curling it slightly in search of the spot that would make his mate see stars.

Harry's hips thrust upward violently, his breath catching in his throat, heat skittering along the nerve endings throughout his body at the pleasurable sensation Jasper had just invoked. "D-do that again," he murmured, and moaned as his wish was granted. He sucked in a breath and squirmed as a second finger joined the first. It wasn't painful, just slightly uncomfortable.

Jasper soon added a third finger, slowly stretching the opening. He kept brushing against the bundle of nerves and making Harry writhe and whimper deliciously. Once he was satisfied that he was prepared enough, Jasper removed his fingers, drawing a whine from Harry.

"Just a moment, Darlin'," Jasper said as he poured a generous amount of the lubricant into his hand. He rubbed it on his stiff member, and spread Harry's thighs wide enough to settle comfortably between them. Placing himself at the entrance into Harry's delectable body, he looked into his mate's body. "Ready?" he asked, watching him closely.

Harry nodded, eyes half closed and glazed over. He was anticipating the feeling of what was to come. Jasper slid into him and he winced, shifting in discomfort. It wasn't as pleasant as he'd been expecting until he felt Jasper's erection brush his pleasure spot again. "Oh, Jazz," he moaned out, eyes dropping shut instantly, knees drawing up to give him better access.

Jasper pulled back out slowly, hissing at the feeling of the tight muscles surrounding his shaft. He thrust back in, sheathing his member inside the tight body again, gaining another moan from lovely boy beneath him. Harry rocked his hips against him, encouraging him to thrust harder, faster. He pulled Harry's knees up over his shoulders, and thanked his Quidditch training that he was so flexible before pounding into the soft body.

Harry was moaning, whimpering and panting, sweat beads forming on his body. "Jazz, harder," he half mumbled, half moaned. Jasper complied, angling his thrusts to hit Harry's prostate with each thrust. Harry was in ecstacy with Jasper's hands on his hips, pulling Harry to his body even as he pushed back into him. Jasper leaned down and kissed him, licking his lip softly, asking for entrance. Harry permitted, opening his mouth for him as the tongue invaded his mouth and slid along his. Moaning into his mouth, Harry knew he was getting close to his orgasm.

Jasper bit down on Harry's lip drawing blood. Harry gasped in shock and pleasured pain, closing his eyes and arching his back, pushing his body against Jasper's. He smirked; Who would've thought my mate would like a little pain? The first taste of Harry's blood on his lips though, drove all thoughts of pleasure from his mind. Quickly it was replaced by blood lust as Jasper began to lick his way down Harry's jaw to the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

He swiped his tongue across the spot a couple of times before biting hard into the supple, creamy white flesh of his mate's neck. Instantly his mouth was flooded with blood, clouding his senses. Harry groaned in pain, trying to push Jasper away, but to no avail. He, being a vampire, was, of course, stronger than Harry. "Jas-per! Stop, it-it hurts!" he moaned piteously, trying still to dislodge him. Jasper's only response to this was a deep, throaty growl and a painful wrench of his shoulder.

Jasper's eyes slid shut as the blood invaded his every sense. He could smell it, hear it pulsing through the veins, feel it against his lips, see it slid down Harry's neck, and most importantly taste it on his tongue. He thought, for a moment, that he was in heaven, before reality slammed back into him in the form of Harry's heart beat slowing dangerously. He immediately pulled away from his fragile mate, wiping the blood from his chin.

"Oh, God, Harry. What have I done?" he asked himself, looking down at his mate, blood steadily trickled from the wound in his neck. I can't let you die, so I'll have to turn you. I'm not going to lose you, Harry, he mentally insisted, as he leaned over, making another bit, injecting more poisonous venom into his mate's veins.

Only then did his own words come back to him. "I'm not trying to poison you or anything; you're safe with me," he'd told him, but that had been a lie. Harry wasn't safe with him, but it wouldn't matter in a few days. It will all be alright, or at least that's what he kept telling himself. What if he hates me for turning him into a monster? What if he leaves me? He thought, worry taking over his mind.

Harry writhed in pain, whimpering and sweating. He felt like he was being burned from the inside out, but could do nothing to stop it. The venom was moving quickly through his body, his heart beat far faster than it was supposed to. Harry closed his eyes, trying to remain still, but this was torture, worse than even the Cruciatus curse from Voldemort. "Ja-sper... hurts." he whispered brokenly, letting out an agonizing scream a moment later. Jasper sat beside him, wishing he could stop the pain his boyfriend was enduring. He felt guilty, horribly guilty.

(A/N: There, finally, is Chapter 14. This chapter took a little while to write because I was unsure how to begin it. Thank you, Amaya, for your help. I hope it's not too horrible. I'm quite proud of this chapter, even though it's probably crummy and badly written. If you don't review, it's gonna take me longer to update. I love all my reviewers. So to all those that review regularly, -hugs-. I have been busy with school (and happen to be failing quite a few classes with some really horrifying grades, such as a 16 in English 2) as well and this slows me down, too. Please be patient. So reviewers for this chapter get Ice Cream. It's Mocha Carmal flavored!!! YUM! -love Randie Jo!)