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Dark Salvation

AN: Skip the panties and grab a towel, seriously. The boys ran away on MM1 a bit while writing and ended up in a compromising position.

Edward POV


"Good surgery, Edward." My father said. "I think she'll be fine."

I blew out a breath as I washed my hands. "I hope so. We're too young to be thinking about death."

Carlisle chuckled. "Son, it happens."

I shook my head. I knew it happened, but that didn't mean I was thrilled with the concept of being face to face with someone my age dying. I glanced at the clock. Bella had no doubt picked up Jasper by now. Wonder if he'd mind if I came by? I'm sure not…I wouldn't want to not be there. Today would have been a therapy day for me anyway…I was all but giddy with the prospect of seeing him again. I could only hope Seth wouldn't be there.

"Whoa. Woody alert!" Emmett said with a grin as he shoved me aside.

I shot him a look, willing my erection to go away. "There are three sinks in this room, Emmett. Must you act like a child and steal mine?"

"Yes, I must. So…Tanya get that engine revved up? Cuz, damn, bro, I hate like hell I didn't tap that shit."

"Maybe once she recovers…if Rosalie wouldn't have your balls for breakfast." I told him with a sly smile. My sister-in-law was a force to be reckoned with when she was pissed off.

Emmett's face broke into a killer grin. "Oh, I think Rosie's view on the subject would surprise you, bro. Anyway, I gotta get back to the office. See you guys later."

"Bye, Em," I said as I slipped my rings back on.

"Now, Edward," My father said and I blew out a breath. I had the feeling I wasn't going to like what he had to say. "Care to explain to me why you didn't tell Bella about Tanya?"

Fuck…I ran my fingers through my hair. "Dad, look, it's…complicated."

"Explain." He stepped out into the hall. "Come on, Bella's left already for the day, let's go to my office and talk a bit."

I ran a hand over my face, but I knew he wouldn't let me skip away from this discussion. We made our way back across the hospital to the offices and he shut the door behind us. "So," He said as he sat down behind his desk, still in his scrubs from earlier. "Tell me, why did you feel it would be right to lie to Bella? Surely you're not that stupid."

"Damn it, Dad. I was just…I…" I blew out a breath. I knew there were a lot of things I couldn't tell him. About me, about Jasper, but he did need to know some of it. "I…I did something, not stupid, but…hurtful to Bella, not long ago. Well, maybe it was stupid, but it was for the right reason, I don't know…"

I ran my fingers through my hair again. "Anyway, after that, I decided I'd never hurt her again. So…when Tanya came and told me what she wanted, I decided I'd keep that from Bella, keep her safe, out of the loop." I shot him a look. "And then you have to tell her…"

He held up a hand. "Do not even think about pinning this on me, son. Lying is wrong, especially to your spouse."

I slammed my fist down on the desk. "Damn it, Dad!" I repeated. "I was trying to save her feelings, not hurt them!"

"And in doing so, only hurt her further." He said softly. "Look, go, get out of here. You finished your rounds this morning, correct?"

I nodded.

"Then, go home, apologize. Make love to her, show her that you're an idiot, but you love her. Understand? Bella is too good a woman to be treated like this, Edward. You know this. No more lying."

I hung my head. It seemed as though that was all I had done to Bella lately, treat her like shit. Why was she continuing to put up with me? "Thanks, Dad." I said as I stood.

He smiled. "Everything you think is out of control now will work itself out. You've got your own issues you're coming out of. But remember, while you were in the dark pits of despair, Bella was in them with you, feeling your pain."

Great. As if I could feel worse. I nodded and walked out the door. I glanced at my watch. Well, I guess I have time to do something nice for my wife…

I ran and got her car detailed, cleaned inside and out. Then, I stopped and grabbed a bouquet of flowers, all her favorites, along with a box of truffles for her. I glanced at my watch again and decided she was probably still at Jasper's, I'd surprise her there…while I got to see my master, of course.

Excitement coursed through me at the thoughts of seeing him, though, I was terrified of what Bella had said to him. She hadn't let this thing go about wanting to join me and Jasper. And…truthfully? I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I mean, on the one hand, the thought was…well, to quote my brother, "fuckhot" but, at the same time, I didn't want my sweet, innocent Bella up to that kind of debauchery. Wow, Edward. Double standard? I sighed.

I hurried down the road to Jasper's house and smiled as I saw my Volvo sitting in his drive, looking as if it belonged there. What? That's not right…I shook my head. I think I need my head examined.

I picked up the small box, the gift I had gotten Jasper. Inside was a small wind chime for his porch. I knew how much he enjoyed his peaceful evenings, and this would help to relax him some. I saw it in the hospital gift shop and knew he had to have it. It was decorated with stones in greens and blues and had a very nice sound to it as the metal cylinders would strike each other.

I practically leapt up the steps and what I saw just beyond the screen door made my heart fall. Bella…Jasper…kissing…

In the two seconds my mind registered it and I saw red. But that was before I saw red of a different kind…blood, seeping down Jasper's arm. What the…? "Bella, what have you done!? Get off of Jasper!" I pulled her away and watched in horror as he sunk to the floor. "My God, what happened to you, Jasper?" I asked as I sank next to him.

"My master. I was not appreciative of his gift."

What kind of sick fuck is his master, anyway? I moved now, pulling him to me. I had to get him to his bed, had to see what was wrong with him. Oh God, don't let him die on me…I felt a bit weak at the thought.

"No, stop, the blood! Your clothes." He said weakly.

"Fuck my clothes, Jasper! You're my master and you're hurt. I'll take care of you." I lifted him, not effortlessly…he weighs almost the same thing I do, and carried him down the hall to his room. I put him down on the bed and carefully peeled his shirt from his body. I couldn't quite hold in the gasp as I saw all the red, open welts bit into the flesh of his back. "Jazz, this is a lot of blood. I think we need to get you to the hospital."

He shook his head. "No hospitals, Edward. Just fix me up here, please." He was begging. My master was begging me. And with good reason, I suppose. If I took him to the hospital, it would more than likely be reported to the authorities. However…"Jasper, sir, I am a doctor and I say you need to go to the hospital."

He took a deep breath and looked at me. I could see the pain warring with the determination in his sapphire eyes. "I am your master and I say I'm staying here. Either stitch me up or I'll find someone who will."

The order came swift and strong, leaving me no place to argue. So I merely nodded. "Let me get my bag from the car."

"No need. I have everything you'll need. Someone with access to what I needed already stocked me a medical bag. It's in the linen closet in my bathroom. Top shelf on the right."

I didn't want to know who had done it, honestly, so I dashed into his bathroom. It looked so different now. When I had been here by myself I was so caught up in my lust as I showered and played…but now it seemed so white, so bright…so…clinical, even.

I found the bag, grabbing some sheets as well. I spread them out next to him on the bed and moved him, ever so gently, so that he was now lying face down. He turned his head to face me.

I pilfered through the bag, finding the cat-gut sutures I would need. I gathered some sterile pickups, still in their autoclave packaging, along with some forceps. Next, I gathered some bandages and looked in the bag for some Xylocaine or Lidocaine, coming up empty handed. "You don't have any anesthetic in the bag, this is going to hurt."

He smiled, but it came out as more of a grimace. "It won't hurt worse than getting them. The good news is that I hurt so badly, I probably won't even feel the needle."

I winced. "Oh, you'll feel it. I'll be quick though and attempt to minimize the scarring." I ghosted my now glove-covered hand over him. The lashes were horrible, that much was true, but it was the "A" carved into his flesh that disturbed me the most. "Who did this to you?"

"My Master."

I growled at the response. Damn it, Jasper. Why do you let them do this shit to you? You're the strongest fucking person I know! You don't have to take this! "Wasn't whipping you enough? He fucking cut you. Can't I please take you in to the hospital? I need more than you have here. I need to get that glue off so I can do clean lines."

"I'm already damaged goods," He said softly. "A few more scars don't matter. Just stop the bleeding."

I felt the tears prick my eyes. Jasper deserved better than this. Was this how I would end up? Did I want that? No, I didn't. But I knew I couldn't walk away from Jasper, even if I tried. Was that how Jasper felt? Was he as loyal to his master as I already was to him? I wasn't sure I wanted the answer to that question. Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

"Master, I don't know where your washing machine is."

I bristled at the voice. Damn you, Jasper. You just had to bring someone home with you, didn't you? I pulled away from Jasper and looked up. The man was wearing a pair of low-slung jeans and no shirt. What the hell were they doing? Have they and Bella…? But then I got to his face and sucked in a breath. "James? James French?"

He smiled, a slightly cold, somewhat sinister smile. "Edward. It's been a long time. I was so surprised when my master said he knew you. Are you one of his subs, too?"

I blinked and almost as if I could read his mind, could hear Jasper pleading with me. We're just friends, please, please say we're just friends…I smiled at James. "Jasper and I are good friends. We run together. He's also my therapist." I would take his secret to the grave. I was to tell no one outside of Bella about mine and Jasper's…arrangement. And I wouldn't.

I saw Jasper's muscles relax as I said, "James, as much as I would enjoy catching up, and it really has been a long time, I think I need to take care of my friend now. If you could give us some space…?"

He bristled visibly. "He is my master and I will look after him."

It was my turn to bristle. "Well, he's my friend and my patient, so, unless you have a medical degree hiding in those pants, my suggestion to you is to get the hell out of here and let me fix him as best I can."

James stood there, his fists clenched tightly by his sides.

"James," Jasper said softly. "Go. Feel free to explore the lake and wooded area about the house. Give us some space. Please see if Miss Bella needs anything, she's very sensitive to blood. Perhaps she needs something to drink? Be a good host in my stead."

James bowed his head, and for some reason, that just pissed me off. "Yes, Sir." He said before turning on his heel and marching back out the door, shutting it behind him.

I blew out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, only to find Jasper chortling. "What?" I asked.

His chuckling only grew. "Oh, my…I thought one of you was going to piss on me and mark your territory."

"Ha, ha. Very funny. Was I wrong to tell him we're just friends?"

He turned his head again to look at me and now I saw something new in his eyes, fear. "No, Edward. You were right. Under no circumstances is anyone other than Bella to know of our true relationship. Do you understand? That's an order."

I bowed my head. "Yes, Sir. I understand completely."

He smiled at me. "I'm so glad to see you, Edward. You have no idea how much I've missed you."

I felt my heart warm. "I've missed you too. So much has changed, it seems, and in such a short time too. This week has gone on forever." I glanced at his back. "But I believe it went on much longer for you…"

Jasper made a scoffing sound. "It could have been a lot worse."

I paused before going to clean his wounds. "Have you had it much worse than this?"

"You've seen the old scars." He said dispassionately. "Surely you can guesstimate if they were worse than this."

"Why?" I asked as I continued with the antiseptic. The hard part was going to be removing the liquid bandaging. I hate the adhesive. It was fine for kids that come in with scalp lacerations, but for anything else, it's a right pain in the ass.

"He is my master."

"Jasper, Sir, if you were to do this to me, I would never come back."

He sighed. "That's the difference between a true sub and one that pretends to be one, Edward. If you were my true sub, you would know that what your master does is for your own benefit."

I let out an indignant snort. "And this taught you something? Whatever can fucking up your back teach you?"

He sighed again. "I don't expect you to understand…" His words were starting to slur.

"Jasper? Sir, I need you to stay with me, okay? Do you have any pain medication?"

"In…in my carry-on."

I snapped off the gloves and made my way to the door. "Bella?"

She came running down the hallway to the bedroom door. "Edward? Oh my God, how is he?"

I sighed. "He'll be fine."

"Did I…?"

I shook my head. "He had the wounds. You probably didn't help them, but he came home with them."

"I should have noticed, but I was just so mad at you and I just…"

I shook my head. "Can we not discuss this now?" I noticed James lurking by the door to the kitchen. "I need Jasper's carry-on bag, okay?"

She nodded and sprinted off. I turned to look at Jasper and saw him wincing slightly. "Bella's bringing your meds."

Now, with some effort, he managed to say, "Thank you."

I wished like hell I had something I could knock him out with. "James!" I called.

He appeared at the end of the hall again. "Get me some alcohol. Strong shit." I was about to do what they warn you not to. Bella and James returned moments later almost simultaneously and I saw a look cross over Bella's face. I'd seen that look before. She was afraid of this man. Why, I wasn't sure. I gave her a warm smile. "Let me get Jasper situated, love, you go on home, okay? I think Rosalie wanted you to join her for a Tupperware party or something, didn't she?"

Bella's face lifted into a small smile. "It was a 'Passion Party', Edward, and yes, as a matter of fact…"

I pulled her to me for a gentle kiss, whispering in her ear, "Go, I know he's making you uncomfortable. We'll talk later. I love you."

Her eyes flashed momentarily. "I'm still mad at you." She said loudly, so James could hear it. "But I love you too."

I smiled. Her kittenish anger was cute, and sexy as hell. "I'll see you at home."

She nodded and her hand slipped into my pocket, digging out her keys. "The keys to the Volvo are on Jasper's entry table."

"Thank you, love." I told her once more.

She bit her lip, looking past me at the man on the bed. "Edward…"

"Later." I said, a bit stiffly. "Much later."

She swallowed hard and nodded. "Okay. Bye, Jasper." She called softly before turning and walking back down the hallway.

I watched her for a moment before I grabbed the bottle of booze out of James' hand and shut the door in his face. I gave the now-shut door a little smirk and made my way back to Jasper.

"Bella's…pissed." Jasper said.

I snorted. "I think we're all going to have to sit down and discuss what I walked in on."

"I'm…sorry, Edward. She…she attacked me."

"Rest, my friend." I said as I poured him a large shot from the bottle James brought. "Drink this and take your pain meds."

He lifted his head and I saw a grin flit across his face. "Don't they counteract each other?"

I shot him a look. "Well, if you have no numbing medications, and you refuse to let me take you to the hospital, I at least want you doped up."

"Ahhh…" He said before he downed the pills and the shot. "Just so you know," He said as he handed me the glass. "If I die because of this combination, I'm coming back and haunting your ass."

I grinned. "Is that literally or figuratively?"

He laughed. "Both."

"Good. I've been working up to that, you know." I said softly as I donned another pair of gloves and began the stitching. The wounds were deep. I only hoped I had enough sutures to do them all up.

"You have? Tell me about it."

"Jasper, you're lying on your stomach. It will become uncomfortable for you…"

I heard the humor in his voice as he said, "So, you think you talking about sex will excite me?"

I smiled. "I hope so."

"I'm a big boy, Edward. I can take it. Please, regal me with your misadventures while I've been away."

And so, I did. Not because he really wanted to hear them, though, he may have, but because it kept his mind busy while I did my work.

After what felt like an eternity later, I finished the last stitch. "All done, Jasper." I looked at him and saw that he had dozed off. I checked his head, no fever, that was good, and his breathing was normal and steady. So I peeled off my gloves and made my way to the bathroom to clean up.

I scrubbed my hands and arms vigorously, but looking down upon myself, knew that was a lost cause. I was covered in Jasper's blood. Only now, did I start to feel nauseous. It was Jasper's blood on my clothing. I immediately stripped out of my bloody clothes and into his shower.

I let his smell surround me once more, but instead of it making me feel better, it only made me feel worse, and I sunk to the tile floor, sobbing. This was horrible. He shouldn't have to go through this. And then, as the hurt began to dissipate, I began to feel anger. Anger at this monster that hurt my Jasper.

My Jasper? Where did that come from? But it was true. Jasper was my master, mine. And he could have James, or Seth, or a million other subs, and that was fine, but if it came down to protecting him, I would be the one to do that. Hmm…maybe I need to get back in with Emmett's trainer…I had long since given up karate, but perhaps I needed to give it another go.

I stood, my new resolve firmly in place, and stepped from the shower…only to come face to face with James. "James…hey, man."

His ice blue eyes raked over my naked body. "Hello…Edward. It's been a long time."

I swallowed. "Yeah, yes it has."

"You know…you're not his sub."

I blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You're not his sub. I am. And I look after my master."

My eyes narrowed. "Well, Jasper is my best friend and I always look after my friends. Not to worry, your master will be returned to you in excellent health."

"You aren't surprised by his title?" James asked, yet, it didn't sound like a question.

"Jasper and I have a very…open relationship."

His eyebrow rose. "How open are we talking about?"

I smiled then. "I don't believe it's your place as a sub to ask these questions, is it?"

He let out a little growl. "I was sent here for Jasper. And I will look after him."

I nodded, though, I did notice the way he phrased the comment. He had been sent. Hmm. I would have to ponder that a bit. No good could come from that, could it? "Of course you will." I said, and, yes, I'll admit, it came out sounding a bit condescending. "After I've gotten him well. As I said, I am the one with an M.D. behind my name. You, however, are not."

His jaw clenched and I stared him down. Finally he smiled, though, I could tell it was forced. "Fine. I just wanted to check on my master. I'm tired. I think I'll go to my room and rest a bit. If he needs me…"

"I'll be sure to call for you." I said coolly.

His eyes traveled over my naked form one more time, but I refused to move or clothe myself. Not for him. I would show him that I back down from nothing, my Cullen genes were too strong for that.

With a slight incline of his head, he left then, closing the bedroom door behind him. I blew out a breath, slung a towel over my lower-half, clicked the bedroom doorknob locked, and made my way back to Jasper.

He was sleeping comfortably now. I slipped off his shoes and socks, then moved my hand under him to unfasten his pants, tugging them gently down his body. His underwear unwillingly came with them and I gasped at the lashes on his buttocks. They were healing, some scabbed over, others just red. Clearly he'd gotten these on some of his first days in Italy.

I went back into the bathroom and grabbed the salve he used on my wounds that first time he punished me and worked it into his injuries. I then covered him with a blanket and sat down in the chair, picking my cell phone from my pants.

I dialed Bella's cell. She answered on the second ring. "Edward? How is he?"

I blew out a breath. "He's fine. Look…I know we need to talk, but…I think I need to stay here tonight, look after him. If his fever spikes or his pulse rate drops, I'll have to take him into the hospital."

She sighed. "Okay. I'm…sorry I overreacted earlier. You're right. We do need to talk."

"Bella, I'm sorry. After everything I've told you lately, I don't expect you to trust me, but I just…I didn't tell you about Tanya because I didn't want you to think I ever cared enough about her. I didn't. She was one of the most annoying people I've ever had the horror of dating."

She let out a shaky laugh. "Now you're just saying that to make me feel better…"

"No, it's true, love. All it would take is you visiting her once and you'd know what I mean. You know how I am about exasperating people and she is one of the worst. I think part of my issues stem from her."

She giggled then. "Edward…why do I put up with you?"

"I don't know. You shouldn't. I don't deserve you."

"No, you don't."

I smiled. I had the feeling I wasn't the only one that was changing. "I love you."

A sigh. "I love you too, Edward. I'm going out to dinner with Rosalie after the party. She wants a cheeseburger. Apparently the penis shaped finger sandwiches aren't doing it for her. Emmett's going out to dinner with Tanya's husband, oddly enough, so I'll call you later?"

"Bella, love, I…I want you, Jasper and I to sit down and talk. I…" God, this was hard. "I don't want you to enter into this life, seeing Jasper's wounds only reaffirm it."

"Edward…"

"I'm not finished. But…if you want to…what I mean is…I don't want you to…" I blew out a breath. "It's not fair of me to deny you something when you're freely giving it to me."

The silence reached on for a little while. "You mean…?"

I took another breath. "If you wish to be with him…like I will be, I have no right to stop you. But, I beg you, please, if we're going to do this, going to open our marriage, we have to both be in agreement of who, what, when, where, and the like."

"Edward…"

"Bella?"

Another sigh. "Edward, are you sure about this?"

"No. But I can't take this away from you. I can't say I can do something but you can't. That's unfair and clearly me being nothing but an asshole."

"I don't want to be with anyone but you…and him. For now."

I swallowed hard as I could easily see a new chapter in our lives starting. "O-okay."

"We'll talk about this more when you get home?"

"I don't know when that will be."

"Take care of him, Edward. He has no one else, and I don't trust that James character."

I laughed nervously. I didn't trust James either. There was something about him…it unnerved me. No longer was he the boy I played with as a child, competed against in track as a teen, no, he was…hard, almost…cruel? It didn't seem possible, I hardly knew him, had only seen him today after God, fifteen years or so? "Okay, I'll sleep with one eye open, alright?"

"You do that. I love you."

"I love you more," I said softly before I heard her line disconnect.

"So, you are going to be generous." Jasper said softly.

I looked up. It was dark in the room, now, but I'd left the bathroom light on. "I can't be a bastard about this. Not knowing what I'm going to do with you. It's a double standard. And I abhor those."

He chuckled as he moved slightly. "So, you're going to take care of me?"

"Yes, Sir, I am."

"Good." He moved his blanket aside. "Then, care to take care of me now?"

I blinked and moved over to the bed. He had turned onto his side, and it was clear to see his prominent erection. "Sir? How can you…?"

He smiled sadly. "Many years of getting whippings and having to be at the ready while blood dripped down my back, Edward. Would you help me?"

I swallowed hard as I reached for the bottle of lube. I put some in my hand and slipped down into the bed with him, grasping his cock tightly.

"Fuck…" He muttered as I began to work him. "Yes, Edward. Just like that…" He was whimpering now as I continued to stroke him, my own cock growing rapidly.

I felt his hand fist in my hair as he pulled me to him for a kiss. Ahhh, how I missed that flavor. "Jasper…" I whispered against his lips.

His hips bucked and his cock touched mine as I moved on an upstroke. I shivered. "I'm close," he told me softly. I picked up my pace, eager now to get him off. It wasn't so much different than doing this to myself, but all the more satisfying.

With a low groan, a rough kiss, and a tug to my hair, he exploded all over our stomachs, drenching my cock in his cum. His hips stopped moving and his eyes opened. He smiled at me as I took my other hand and gathered up a fingertip full of his fluid. I sucked my finger into my mouth, reveling at the taste. He groaned a bit and I asked, "Do you mind?" As I gestured to my own need.

He shook his head. "As long as I can watch."

I moved my hand to my stomach, gathering up his cum before lubricating my cock fully. My eyes rolled back in my head as I growled. "God, Jasper. Feels so good…"

"Yes, my pet, it does, doesn't it? Do you like knowing you got me off? Do you like knowing you're jacking off in my cum?"

"Yes!" I hissed.

"Ahhh, I have a dirty boy on my hands, don't I?"

I thrust my hips forward and gasped as I felt his hand rub my balls. "Do you like that, Edward? Do you like me touching you?"

"Yes!" I cried again. I knew it wouldn't take me long, not after such a long week without him.

"Did you think about me? Did you fantasize about me? Did you get yourself off in my shower when you came in after our run?"

"Ungh…" How did he know that? "Yes," I whimpered. "God, yes, Jasper. I washed myself in your shampoo and your body wash and I played with one of your toys and imagined it was you entering me."

I felt him shiver next to me. "Tell me about it. What did we do?" I felt his hand moving atop mine now, his semi-hard cock brushing me.

"You…we were showering together. We were sitting together on your stone bench. You were…damn…you were rubbing me, jacking me off just like you are now, but then you moved me to sit on your lap…I took you inside me. We were connected like I've only ever experienced with Bella…you came inside of me, filling me with your seed…"

I didn't realize we had moved until I felt his hot breath sucking at my neck. He was now over me, in a dominant position, our cocks brushing as we continued to rub them. "Fuck, Edward…you make this so hard for me to go easy on you…"

"Then don't," I whispered.

"Edward…"

"No, Jasper." I opened my eyes and looked at him. "Please? I want this."

His eyes closed, though, I could see the battle waging in his mind. "Edward…"

I reached up and grabbed a condom from the table. I opened the packaging, slipping it onto him before he could even think. He was now rock hard again. I smeared his cum onto the condom. "Jasper…"

"Fuck…Edward…"

I sat up, pulling him to me for a kiss. "Please?" I whispered again.

"No."

I kissed his neck, biting it slightly. "Please?" I whispered as I laved his ear with attention. My hand palmed him once more. "Please?"

He groaned. "Fuck…Edward…this won't be easy."

"I know, but I need you. Make my fantasy a reality."

His eyes flashed open. "On your knees, slave." He ordered.

My cock twitched as I moved to my hands and knees. His hand went around my chest and tugged me up to a kneeling position with him behind me. I could feel his hardness brushing me. I grasped my cock, tugging it as his fingers moved to me, stretching my opening. The sensation caused me to almost lose it, but I knew if we were going to do this, I'd need to hold out for just a bit longer…

"Edward…you're so fucking tight…this is going to hurt…"

"I've been practicing." I said as his teeth bit into my neck roughly. "Please, Jasper, please? I need you, so fucking bad…"

I felt his fingers slip away from me and I grasped my cock harder, tugging at my balls with my other hand.

"Put your one arm up around my neck." He commanded. I nodded and did as I was told, threading my hands in his curls.

His one hand traveled to my left nipple, his right hand going to my cock. "Is this how you envisioned it, Edward?"

I felt him, long and hard, poking me gently. "Yes," I moaned.

His teeth latched onto my skin as his hand traveled behind my back. "Get ready, Edward," He whispered.

I felt him, probing, probing, pushing, pushing, until he was fully seated inside me. "Ahhh…" I cried out, in pain, in pleasure, as his teeth clamped onto me roughly, taking some of the pain from down below, transporting it higher. His hand went back to my nipple, teasing, taunting, pinching, and his other hand started moving my cock as he too, began to move.

"J-Jasper!" I cried out, grasping the headboard firmly with my one hand, his hair with my other.

"Do you like this? Is this what you wanted?" He muttered, now licking the skin behind my ear.

"F-f-f-fuck yes." I murmured.

"Edward…you're so fucking tight…your ass is the sweetest I've ever had. Do you know how long I've wanted you?" Each word was punctuated with a tiny thrust, causing my cock to twitch with each movement.

"I…I've wanted you since before I knew I wanted you." I told him, tears leaking down my face. It felt so good, it hurt, but that too, felt good. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced.

"Edward…I'm not going to last long. You're so tight…" He whimpered.

"Jasper…oh, Jasper!" I cried. "I'm coming…" I said as I felt my orgasm start.

"Me…too…" He said, and with a few more thrusts, we let out joint cries of ecstasy.

My legs were weak as he pulled away. "Edward…oh, Edward…"

I could barely move. The sheets were covered in my cum, his cum, our sweat…I could only hope he hadn't pulled any of his stitches. And that was when I realized what I'd done to him. "Oh, Sir…I shouldn't have…are you alright?"

I turned then, forgetting my own pain, my own weak limbs, as I turned back to him. I found him reclining on his side, tugging the condom from himself. He tossed it to the wastebasket and smiled. "I honestly don't know when I've been so alright. Are you…"

I swallowed, it now occurring to me exactly what we'd done. I blushed and he chuckled. "Edward, you are too cute for words. Come, let us get up and cleaned up a bit." He stood with some effort and moved toward the bathroom.

"Sir, your stitches…"

"You do excellent work, Edward. I don't even feel them."

I followed him dumbly into the bathroom. Indeed, I had done excellent work. His back looked much better already. He turned to me and pulled me in for a kiss. "Edward, thank you. I hadn't…well, I wasn't planning on going there, not yet."

I smiled shyly. "I'm sorry Sir, but I'm afraid I seduced you."

His face was shocked for about a moment before he began to laugh.

A/N: Reviews will convince fiberkitty to have them act out Edward's shower fantasy in the morning.