Warning: This story deals with domestic violence and the struggles to recover. If you have problems with this issue please don't read this.

Disclaimer: Ms Meyers owns Twilight and all its characters.

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This is a week late I know, took time off for the holidays. Updating should go back normal from now on *fingers crossed*

Okay on with the story.

He's Back

Jacob's POV

I still couldn't quite believe my luck as I turned away from Edward's closed door and walked to the elevator. Not only did he allow me to touch him, he actually grabbed my hand. I was still stunned by his courage.

Making my way to my car I pulled out my phone to call Jazz. I just had to tell someone about this. I punched the numbers into my phone and clipped my blue tooth to my ear, opening the car door and getting in.

"Hello?" Jasper's voice sounded sleepy.

"Hey, Jazz, did I wake you?"

"No buddy I was just about to head to bed. What's up?" he asked, stifling a yawn. I spent the rest of the drive home gushing like a teenage girl to Jasper about everything that happened tonight, filling him in on our plans for a date on Saturday.

"He really has come a long way Jake, but just remember buddy; nice and slow. Edward is making a real effort because of how he feels about you, but it's hard on him. Just looking at you is a reminder of what he suffered."

"I know, Jazz, trust me I know," I huffed out, slightly aggravated that he was putting a damper on my night. I was all too aware of my likeness to Sam, growing up people always thought we were twin brothers instead of cousins. I had never been fond of Sam, so being compared to him in any way really fucking annoyed me. Now I just wanted to change my face completely, or better yet, rearrange his.

I pulled into my garage and hung up from Jasper, making my way inside to get ready for bed. Thoughts of Sam and Edward clouded my mind. I couldn't help but wonder if maybe the only reason Edward was attracted to me was because I looked like my cousin. It killed me to think that maybe I was just a replacement, the better version of the man he once loved. Hell, for all I knew he still loved him.

After I started developing feelings for Edward I did a lot of research into domestic violence and I found that nearly all victims still loved their abuser. I could sort of understand it, it's not like you can turn off your emotions like that; but still, I didn't like the thought that I was the safe version for Edward.

Did he really have feelings for me at all, or was he just getting closure through me? I huffed and turned over in bed, kicking the covers off of me, letting out a growl of agitation and plain frustration. The worst part for me was that I was all in with him; there was nothing I could do about it. Tonight just cemented it for me, I was falling for Edward Cullen hard and fast and he had the power to make or break me.

What he said to me at his door slightly alleviated my angst though, he was straight forward and honest about how he was feeling, asking me shyly if I would be patient for him. He looked so damn adorable, looking up at me so unsure from under those long lashes, his beautiful green eyes shining with emotion.

When I asked him if he could ever just see me without seeing Sam, he told me he did tonight. My heart swelled and a bit of my fear was laid to rest, but he also gave me no guarantees. It was a mixed bag and I just had to play the waiting game, which I was more than willing to do.

I had been in love before; Seth and I were together for three years before we ended things. I was not as heartbroken as I thought I would be and neither was Seth. Our relationship had just run its course and we remained semi friends to this day. Though we hadn't actually seen each other in a few years, only talked on the phone once in a while and exchanged short emails.

I sighed and rolled over again, pulling the sheet back up my body as visions of Edward ran through my head again. His sexy smile, those expressive stunning eyes, and God he was funny when he was relaxed.

Closing my eyes I remembered how he smelled when I kissed his head, inhaling his scent; the way he felt in my arms, and the way he would hold on to me like I was his saviour. Everything about him was sexy and I could feel myself hardening from the memories.

His wonderful voice echoed in my head, "I want to date you Jake, just you and me." When his hand flew up to cup his face gently stroking his cheek after I kissed it my heart melted. How he turned his head into my chest and placed a soft kiss there.

A contented sigh left my mouth as my hand travelled slowly down my chest resting on my torso, my fingers lightly caressing the hair just below my boxers. I imagined Edward's lips kissing my chest again, this time his tongue came out and slowly licked its way around my nipple before pulling it into his mouth and biting down. A loud moan left my lips and my hand made its way under the elastic, my thumb tracing lightly over the head of my now straining cock. My mind played out my fantasy of Edward and what I wanted him to do to me.

Edward's mouth placed scorching kisses down my chest and torso, his hand wrapped tightly around my rock hard member, stroking me slowly. He looked up at me from under those long lashes, a mischievous smile playing on his lips before his hands grabbed my boxers and pulled them down my legs.

"Oh God, Edward...please," I begged as he kissed down my stomach and past my cock, instead taking one of my balls into his mouth, sucking gently, causing more moans to leave me.

"Yes, so good," I hissed out as his mouth released me and moved lower, his hands spreading my legs as his tongue made small circles around my opening before his tongue disappeared into my entrance. "Fuck...ung...ohhhh..." I couldn't form a coherent sentence as his hand stroked my cock in time with his tongue fucking my ass.

My own hand picked up the pace as the images played out in my head.

Edward moved from my ass until he was eye level with where I wanted him most, his soft ruby lips wrapping themselves around my head, tongue swirling in a slow teasing motion before he swallowed me whole. I could feel the back of his throat tighten around me as he swallowed.

"Edward, yes...don't stop...ung...fuck..." I moaned out as his tongue licked up the base with his wonderful mouth sucking, cheeks hollowed. He looked beautiful with my cock in his mouth.

I could feel the familiar tightening in my balls as the images of Edward changed.

Edward was laying under me, his legs wrapped firmly around my waist as I plunged into him, our moans the only sound in the room.

"Jacob, yes, harder please, faster...Oh God, yes...right there..." he screamed as he exploded all over his stomach and mine. His tight little ass convulsing around my cock, milking my own orgasm from me.

I snapped my eyes open as my cum covered my stomach and hand, my breathing shallow and my heart beating out of my chest. Best fucking orgasm ever.

It took me ten minutes to come down from my high and as I looked down at the mess I had made, I snorted out loud. I couldn't remember ever shooting such a load after jacking off, heck, I couldn't remember ever shooting that much ever. Edward Masen had me under a spell and if this was the outcome, I couldn't be happier.

I had to shower before I could sleep, which was really a pain in the ass considering I was wiped out from my session. If it was this good just thinking about it, I couldn't wait to find out what the real thing would be like.

That thought stopped me dead in my tracks. How could I be so stupid? Edward was nowhere near ready for sex; Sam had taken him when... I stopped that train of thought, knowing if I gave it any attention I would break my one and only promise to Edward and go shoot that son of a bitch in the head right this second.

I was a top, always had been, I had never bottomed for anyone. Edward I knew was a bottom by nature, just one look at him and you could tell but after what he had been through I didn't know if he would ever be able to feel safe enough to do that again. Would that mean he would want me to bottom for him? Could I do that?

My mind swirled with that thought as the warm water from the shower cleansed my body of the mess I made. I knew deep down that I would do anything for Edward, even bottom for him if that's what he needed me to do. I was in way too deep, way too fast, and I had to admit that I was a little terrified of that thought. No one had ever gotten to me like Edward had, I knew he had me wrapped around his finger and I didn't care one little bit. He made me feel alive and even the thought of him made a smile take over my face.

Shoot, maybe I needed to see Esme, ask her if my feelings for Edward where unhealthy, cause at this point, I thought they were. I had no clue if we could make it work, so many obstacles stood in our way, but God I prayed we could figure this out.

I toweled off and slid back into the now cooled sheets, surprised that I had managed to not make a mess there. As I was falling asleep, thoughts of Edward filled my mind.

Edward was holding my hand as we walked down the street, heading back to his apartment after a wonderful date. His hand slipped from mine and weaved its way around my waist, pulling himself closer to me, his head resting against my shoulder as my arm wrapped around him. A beautiful smile made his eyes shine the brightest I had ever seen them. I kissed the top of his head as we walked into the hallway leading to the lift.

We made our way to his front door and turned to face each other, his lips just inches from mine when fear took over his face. He let out a scream just as I felt something heavy come down against the back of my head. The world went dark.

When I came to, I could hear Edward's pleas for help and I rose quickly to follow the sound. My mind was scrambling to figure out what the hell happened. My ribs howled in protest as I ran down the winding halls trying to locate Edward, his voice sounding panicked.

"Please, Sam, don't," reached my ears as I picked up the pace, red clouding my vision. Sam had found him. I drew my gun from the back of my jeans and locked a round into the chamber.

"Edward," I screamed, but it sounded like a whisper to my own ears. I turned suddenly when I heard a noise coming up behind me only to feel something colliding with my chest. Edward. My arms wrapped around him securely as my eyes scanned the hallways for Sam. I located him at the end of the hall we were standing in, gun in hand aimed directly at Edward.

"If I can't have him, no one will, Jacob. He belongs to me," he screamed as he fired a shot. I spun Edward behind me, pulling us both down to the ground before taking aim and shooting Sam in the head. Edward made a choking noise behind me, and when I turned to face him he was lying flat on his back, blood pouring from his chest.

"No! No, no, no, no," I screamed as I tried to stop the flow of blood from leaving his body. "Hold on baby, please just hold on. I love you Edward, don't leave me," I cried, tears running down my face. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turn to find Jasper standing behind me, Alice tucked into his side sobbing.

"He's gone, Jake, I'm so sorry," Jasper said before he dropped to his knees bringing Alice with him and laid protectively over Edwards lifeless body.

I bolted upright, my heart pounding in my chest. Only when I scrubbed my hands over my face did I realize I was actually crying. That dream had been so real. I knew my subconscious was trying to warn me about something but I just didn't understand what. Was it about Edward and Sam? Could I really lose Edward? Or was it just my insecurities playing havoc with my mind?

I flopped back down on the bed and looked at the clock just as the buzzer sounded.

I spent the whole day going back and forth with radical theories about my dream, until I just sucked it up and called Edward to check in. Hearing his voice calmed me completely, the way he whispered softly when he was embarrassed or nervous. My stomach fluttered with butterflies as he told me about how much he was looking forward to our date, Saturday night. I had it bad.

The rest of my week dragged by so slowly that I thought time had actually stopped at one point. Jasper was enjoying my disgruntled behaviour, making fun of me often. Asshole. Alice on the other hand was calling constantly about what outfit I should wear and where I should take him on our date. I had to admit, annoying as she was, I really needed her help. I had no idea where I should take Edward. I wanted him to be as comfortable as possible on our date, so my place was out. In the end Alice and I finally decided on his favorite Mexican restaurant and if Edward was feeling up to it either a movie or DVDs at his place.

Alice told me it was a good idea not to make decisions for him about what he could or couldn't handle, but give him choices and let him decide. It was a great idea and would give Edward the feeling of being in control.

By Friday I was starting to get on my own nerves. I was constantly pacing and looking at the clock, praying for it to be Saturday night. I had called Edward a few times during the week and we had decided I would pick him up at seven for our date. He even called me twice, just to say he was looking forward to our date and that he missed me. My heart melted when he said that.

I was sitting in a chair opposite Jasper, discussing a case, when the last person I ever expected to see walked into the station. Sam. My heart pounded loudly in my chest as my whole body began to shake with anger.

Jasper rose from his chair first, placing a calming hand on my shoulder and squeezing gently. "You okay?" he whispered, his eyes never leaving Sam. I blew out the breath I didn't realize I was holding and nodded slightly.

"Yeah I think so; just don't let me do anything stupid, I can't let him know that I know where Edward is. As far as he is concerned, I don't even know who Edward is, or what he did to him." It was fucking killing me having Sam so close, every part of me wanted to rip him in half. I could feel the tension rolling off of Jasper in waves; the knuckles of his hand that wasn't touching me were white from the tightness of his fist.

Sam was looking around the station, until his eyes found mine and he smiled as he made his way over to where I was standing with Jasper. He was about two inches shorter than me and not quite as built; his hair was longer and looked almost stringy and his eyes were sunken with dark purple circles evident under them. He looked terrible, like a man that hadn't eaten or slept for years. A big part of me rejoiced at his look of suffering, a bigger part of me, that I knew I had to restrain, wanted to gloat that Edward was with me and Sam could never get near him again.

"Jake, I need to ask you a favor," he said as he reached me.

"Well hello to you too, Sam," I replied, sarcasm dripping in my voice. I never did get along with Sam; we didn't like each other at all, ever since we were kids. He always rubbed me the wrong way and would bully me, until I shot past him in size and muscle mass. He was a mean bastard and I had little time for him at all. He knew this and must have been desperate if he was coming to me for help.

"Yeah, hi Jake, now can we cut the crap? I need help finding someone and naturally I thought of my cousin, the cop." He smiled at me; well, it was more of a sneer disguised as a smile. I recoiled at the stench of his breath as he breathed out. He was a fucked up mess.

"Who ya looking for?" I asked, disinterest colouring my tone.

"Edward Masen, my ex boyfriend. We had a falling out five years ago and he disappeared in the middle of the night. I wasn't the best boyfriend, but I did love him. When he left it was a wake up call so I went away for a while to get cleaned up and try to be a better man for him. Now I'm ready to find him, but I have no idea where to look. There are no Masen's listed and I have no idea if he is even still in the state. Can ya help me out Jake?" My stomach lurched as he spoke. He was standing there in front of us, drunk and by the looks of it, high, telling me he had cleaned up his shit and wanted his ex back. Who the fuck did he think he was talking to.

"One look at you, boy," I seethed, "tells me you are neither sober or in any shape to be anything to another human being. Look at you, drunk off your ass, high too by the looks. When was the last time you fucking showered? You fucking stink. For fucks sake, Sam, go home, take a shower and check into rehab, once you have done that, we will talk again." I was beyond pissed, my fists were clenching and unfurling at my sides as I restrained myself from knocking his block off. It would be over my dead body, that he would get anywhere near Edward.

Sam was seething, spitting out expletives, his voice rising on every word. "Who the fuck are you to tell me shit, cousin. I have never asked you for a damn thing our whole lives, now when I need your help, you turn me down. What the fuck is that? I need Edward back, my life is shit without him. I fucking love him, Jacob, but I guess you couldn't understand that, you have never loved anyone in your whole God damned life, have you?" He was working my last nerve and all I wanted to do was knock the shit out of him.

"Why don't we take this into the interrogation room?" Jasper asked trying to move us away from prying eyes.

"Fuck you, Jasper, you're just as bad as this asshole over here, who is supposed to be my family. Fuck you, both. I will find him whether you help me or not." I smacked my hand down hard on the desk, causing him to recoil backwards from shock.

"What the fuck are you talking about Sam? You don't give a shit about anyone but yourself. You are an abusive, sadistic asshole with no regard for anyone else's safety..." Jasper cleared his throat and gave me a stern look, cutting me off in mid sentence. I gave him an apologetic smile before turning my attention back to Sam.

"You have no idea what you are talking about, Jacob. Who did I abuse huh? What the fuck do you know about anything?" His voice was slurred and he stumbled slightly. I was disgusted that I was related to him.

Two things happened at once: Sam turned to leave just as Edward walked through the station's doors. Their eyes locked, Edward frozen in place, his fear written all over his face as Sam screamed out Edward's name and lurched forward, before Jasper or I could get a hold of him.

A/N Next chapter is written and with Beta's now so it should be out on time. Chapter 10 is already a third of the way done. So hopefully no writers block hits and we stay on track. I wanted to say a huge thank you to all my readers and reviewers. Truly your reviews are awesome, even when you want to throw shoes at me. (lucky she wasnt wearing any at the time) lol. Thanks for inspiring me to write better and more often. (and sorry about the cliffie) 3