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Wolf's Business First of all, thank you so much for your kind words. About sub pregnancy, it was only mentioned once before, in the first chapter, this is the part: There were extremely strange instances where a submissive could bear children. There had been only six submissives with such luck and none in the last twenty years. This is why Jacob was not surprised.

Twilight and all its characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, I only borrow them to please my overactive imagination

Chapter 27

After spending the rest of the morning sitting under a tree in Sarah's garden, they returned to their home. Jacob had used that time to tell his submissive stories and anecdotes about his mother. He lived many of these tales and others were shared by his father in an effort to help them both mourn and honor her. Seth sat back and allowed his master to recall every small detail he remembered about his mother's life. The slave wished he would've had the joy of meeting her. He was saddened because such a good loving mother left way before her time while his own… well he chose not to think about her.

Even though he never met her Seth could see many of Jacob's mother traits in his master. She was decisive and impulsive, loving and emotional without being overly sensitive. He didn't judge his master for what he did; after all he was but a pup and had been tortured. That was something the slave understood all too well, how pain was a destructively effective way of persuasion. The submissive was not deluding himself; he knew that Jacob could've made a much different choice. In the aftermath of his mother's death, instead of turning against the cruelty he had been subjected to, he embraced it.

Seth wondered what was different about him. What propelled his master to decide and keep him alive when he had killed so many before him. He didn't bother to ask, he doubted Jake knew. As soon as they came into view from the house the dynamic between them changed to master and slave. With Seth wearing his collar and walking several steps behind his master. Billy met them half way there. Approaching his son he hugged him, Jake's eyes were not red anymore and there was no sign on his face from his previous outpour. "How are you?" Asked Billy.

"Better than I've been in years. Dad, he didn't judge me. I told him everything and instead of being appalled by my actions he understood." Jacob spoke in a very soft voice, they were standing in the middle of the yard but one could never underestimate the strength of a wolf's hearing.

"He is a better person than me. I've told you before, but I'm sorry son. You lost your mom and I was not there to comfort you. Instead of being the father that my Sarah believed I was, I turned into something she would've been ashamed to call her husband. I should've handled things differently." Billy held his son's face between his hands, their eyes shining bright with suspended but unspilled tears.

"He is an angel dad; mom would've liked him so much." Jacob lamented with a heavy heart.

Billy smiled sadly with his face towards the sky, the rays of the afternoon sun bathing his face with light. "I'd like to think she sent him to you."

The conversation was interrupted when Jake's stomach growled loudly and as if awakened by the sound, Seth's tummy mimicked his master's. The slave held his middle in an effort to coax the sounds to stop. The master couldn't help thinking how adorable he looked with the blushing that covered his face, but decided to get going so they could eat. Arriving at the kitchen Seth got to work and in no time had a tray ready for his master. The slave could see his master was exhausted not only from all the work but from the intense morning. His eyes were slowly drooping while he ate. The slave observed him, amused; waiting for his master to fall face first on his food.

Seth sat next to his master as he slept. The slave didn't want to work around the room as to not wake up his master and the room was spotless anyway. He kept busy reading another one of the books in Jake's extensive library. "What are you reading?' Jacob's voice startled the submissive, making him drop the book on his lap.

"Did I wake you?" Asked Seth, he had been very careful, making sure to avoid any excessive sound even when passing the pages.

"Nah I've never been one to sleep much during the day, but you didn't answer my question."

"Inheritance; it's the last book of the Inheritance cycle. You have the complete series. I started the first book soon after I got here. You were gone most of the day so I had enough time to get some reading done. In the winter I had to be sneakier since you spent so much time in the room." Confessed Seth while his master played with his hands making little circles on his knuckles before bringing them to his lips where he proceeded to slide his lips slowly over them.

"Will you believe me if I tell you I haven't read any of the books in my library. I would like to, but I'm not disciplined enough I guess."

"It's not lack of discipline, you work a lot. In the winter when you are not that busy we can read together."

"That sounds good, but why wait to do stuff together then? Why don't we start now?" The master's voice progressed from a casual conversation to an alluring sexual sound that awoke Seth's sexual urges. Jake knew how to work his puppy, to ignite the embers of his desire that never went out completely and would be set ablaze at the slightest provocation.

Jacob moved in an almost feline way and gently shifted Seth until he laid on his back. The master then proceeded to straddle him on all fours, slowly working his way down rubbing one of his firm hands on the submissive's side while kissing his lips softly. "Baby I love talking with you but I'm kind of horny."

"And when aren't you? Seth couldn't remain unresponsive even if he tried, the softness of his master's lips as they glided them over his skin made him sigh without meaning to. He had been touched more times than he cared to remember but the new intimacy he shared with his master was something different and wonderful. Any contact between his master's lips and his bare skin caused little flutters in his stomach. His hands made the aching lust that resided under his skin come to the surface to be sated.

"Right after we're done, for about ten minutes… Then I'm horny again." They both breathily laughed at Jake's comment. He loved every time he saw glimpses of his master's true personality shine through. They could go from laughing to cuddling to unbridled sex without even thinking about it. Their hearts and their bodies led the way, they just followed.

The master removed Seth's clothes, tossing them aside. There was no resistance from the submissive but if there was, it would be dissolved by the thirst inside his being that could only be quenched by his master. The slave placed his arms above his head to give his lover access to his whole body. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the warm hands that were worshipping his body with religious reverence. Seth observed Jacob's playful smile which would grab him by his heartstrings. He loved the alpha; more than he loved anything, even his own life. Seth knew that the troubles of their past would only be surpassed by the tribulations of the future, but as long as they were together they would withstand any storm brewing in the horizon.

They made love with every inch of their body. Their fingertips caressed sensitive skin that rose into goosebumps at the contact. Lips that wouldn't give up until they had tasted and loved each other's skin. The gentle sliding of lips ignited into passion. A symphony of sounds that spelled love with every note. As tongues and legs were intertwined breath became ragged and skin sweaty. The lover's bodies melted against each other. The brush of their respective manhoods and the flicker of tongues on overly sensitive segments of skin were extremely arousing. Lust and desire coalescing into a warm sensation in their groins as Jake got to work on the sub's neck. This caused a blast of need to engulf them. The slave reached his cock to relieve the dull ache but his hand was batted away and replaced by a much warmer one. The crown was slick with pre-cum and he pumped lazily along its length. The musky scent of sex filled each one of their breaths.

"Jake please, this is torture."

"That's the point." Answered Jacob unlatching his lips from the slave's neck to answer.

The master lied on his back and pulled the slave towards him. Seth knew what to do; he could read his master's body language like the book that laid forgotten on the floor. The submissive maneuvered his body until he was over his master with his mouth wrapped around his dick while his cock was swallowed by the alpha. They sucked each other enjoying the taste and the sounds they produced on their partner. The pressure caused by the wet heat around their members made them both gasp for breath, but they wouldn't let go of the succulent treat in their mouths. Jacob's tongue swirled around the head while Seth's teased the sensitive underside.

Lost in the sensations Seth didn't pay attention when Jacob momentarily stopped sucking him and the sound of a drawer closing reached his ears. The cool sensation between his cheeks right before his master's finger was pushed inside him was completely new. The master alternated between sucking and swirling the slave's cock with pushing his finger inside him. Seth groaned when it began to be so unbearable it grew into hunger. A second finger soon joined the first; a deep moan vibrating in the submissive's mouth when Jake pegged his gland. The vibration almost caused the alpha to become undone but that was not in his plans.

The master held Seth's head to still his movements and maneuvered their bodies so the sub was again lying on his back with his head towards the foot of the bed. The slave observed as his master lathered something on his cock that made it glisten on the dim light of the late afternoon sun that entered through the windows. He squirmed in anticipation to feeling his master's length deep inside him. Jake stopped for an instant to admire his lover. He would never get over how beautiful the submissive looked when a light sheen of sweat covered his skin, his lips became plumper and his chest rose and sunk as he tried to catch his breath.

The master guided his cock to the slave's entrance and pushed slowly, giving him time to adjust. As Seth felt Jacob's warmth inside him his eyes connected with those of his master and a smirk traced over the alpha's mouth. The slave knew the reason, as the feeling of ecstasy built inside him the twinkle of mischief shone in his eyes. He reached to his master's face to caress it and wipe the sweat from over his eyebrows. They watched each other in rapt fascination, the desire inside them coming out and looking into their eyes. Jacob retreated but slammed back inside; making the submissive's back to arch and his head to shot back giving the alpha a clear shot at his neck. He took the opportunity and sucked on the sensitive flesh to his entire delight. The slave's member was trapped between their bodies and the sensation made him groan in pleasure.

Their hearts pounded inside their chests, the breath refusing to being controlled. They wanted the moment to last but it never did, they wanted to balance on the cusp of their orgasm without toppling down but they invariably fell. Jacob took hold of his submissive's cock and pumped a few times and Seth's seed shot up bathing his hand and dripping down on his stomach. The slave's climax caused his ass to spasm, clasping the alpha's cock on its grip and bringing him over the edge. As shivers of passion ran down their spines they whispered the name of their lover. Their spirits were bound like one, a perfect undisputed harmony. The intense passion they shared could transcend life and death. Ten lifetimes wouldn't be enough to sate it, it would last forever.

The two lovers were wrapped in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Jacob lying on his back with Seth's head on his chest as the slave lied on his stomach with one of his legs over his master. Jake absentmindedly ran his dull nails on Seth's back tickling him and making him sleepy in the process. The slave glided the pad of his fingers over his master's chest. Everything was so different, from the feelings and emotions they felt for each other to their cuddling after making love. The slave was not required to jump off the bed and run to the bathroom, quite the opposite. If the submissive tried to leave Jake held him in place which in more than one occasion led to another lovemaking session.

"Jake, there was something different today, you put something on. What was it?" Asked Seth curious about the mysterious slippery substance his master applied which made the whole experience all more pleasurable.

"It's a gel that Carlisle makes from some plant; I think the name is aloe. He grows it in the backyard by his office. It became a necessity when the guys started asking him for something to make it easier, spit really doesn't cut it."

"I know what you mean." Seth's words made his master's heart ache and his brows furrow. The stamp of disapproval for his past actions embedded deep in his psyche.

Jacob pulled Seth up so his face rested on the crook of the alpha's neck. His strong arms formed a cocoon around the slave as they rocked in place. On this occasion he wouldn't say he was sorry. After apologizing for the umpteenth time words became useless and cheap. It would be his life mission to show the submissive how much he regretted the awful treatment he subjected him to. He would never get a chance to apologize to the ones that came before his pup, but hoped that at least they would be looking down from heaven and sigh relieved because one of their brother's was safe.

A week later Quil returned from one of his quests. To say he was forlorn was an understatement. Once again the hope of finding his brother had been crushed and turned to dust. He felt like giving up but knew he would never do such a thing. He was pleasantly surprised to see Seth looking healthier than ever. In the kitchen Edward and the slave shared glances that to anybody else would go unnoticed but caused a great curiosity on Quil. He was even more intrigued when his alpha told him to meet him in his room because they had something important to discuss.

"Jake it's me Quil, the door is locked, I can't go in!" Quil was very surprised to find the door locked. He didn't remember any other time the door had been locked, this was completely new.

The wolf heard the click on the door as it was unlocked. "Hello Quil, please come in. Are you by yourself?" Jacob opened the door and invited Quil inside. His stance was very different and very much unlike the alpha.

"Yes I'm alone. What do you want me for?" There was a certain degree of hostility coming from the soldier. As time passed and the reality that his brother might had faced the same luck as all of Jake's previous subs hit him, he projected his resentment towards his alpha.

Jacob told Quil to wait for him in his office and disappeared to the bedroom. The dominant's eyes almost fell out of their sockets when he saw Seth sitting comfortably on his master's chair. He kept looking around trying to figure out what was happening. Looking over his shoulder to see when the alpha would come back to set the slave back in his place. He didn't like it but unfortunately that was the norm and what he expected. "Seth what's going on?"

"Nothing, why do you ask?" Answered the slave casually.

Quil sat across from the slave, his body at the edge of the seat and his arms up in the air high and stiff. His voice was strained as he tried to control the volume, which was stupid since it was obvious Jake saw his submissive sitting on his chair. The slave was small, but not that small that he would pass unnoticed. "For starters you're sitting on your master's chair while he is in the other room." Said Quil while pointing towards the other room with his left hand.

"What's the problem with that? This chair is really comfy, you should try it. Wanna try it?" The slave's innocent charade wouldn't convince the soldier and he knew it. Quil was becoming infuriated but not with the slave, he was angry with his alpha. Was he using the slave to make fun of him?

"I don't want to try the fucking chair! I want you to stop this right now. For much less than this Jake beats you to a pulp!" Seth was making a monumental effort not to laugh, he almost felt bad for his friend. The slave could see his friend's flared nostrils, his face looked almost maroon and his shoulders shook even when he was not speaking. But his master had asked him to help prank the wolf and he would not fail the mission.

"I don't know what you're talking about; Jake has no problem with me sitting here." The submissive relaxed with his back against the backrest and swiveled from side to side.

"Jake?" Since when was a slave allowed to address his master by his first name? Never, absolutely never.

"Yes that's his name, c'mon Quil keep up." Seth allowed a small smile to creep up on his lips as he snapped his fingers at his friend.

Jake came into the office and moved towards the bookshelf behind Seth. When he walked by the slave Seth reached out and pinched his butt, startling him. Not even Jake could believe the sub's boldness. He liked it very much but he couldn't let it show. The slave was improvising and the master was thoroughly amused. "Mmm mmm mmm that one fine piece of ass." Said Seth huskily.

The submissive stood up and wrapped his arms around the master's torso from behind while rubbing himself on the alpha's behind. Making sure they were in an angle where Quil could see everything that was happening Seth reached down and to the front to grab Jake's crotch. "Seth you're such a slut." Barked Jacob before leaving the office.

"Me a slut? No babe, later when I get you in bed then you'll see who the bigger slut is. I'll have you moaning my name in no time." Said Seth to Jacob's retreating form. The alpha had to give the pup some credit; the kid had serious acting chops. He'll have to remember to do a little role playing with him one day.

"Babe? Are you shitting me? Seth, you're a slave and you just harassed your master. I know I'm not drunk, the only possible explanation is that I must be crazy because this cannot be happening." Quil kept shaking his head from side to side while pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and his index finger.

"Quil you're not crazy, I don't know why you find the way we act so strange." Said Seth before lifting his legs to place his feet on top of the desk.

"Why? You ask me why? I just told you, none of this makes sense." Quil stood up bending over the desk to tap Seth's feet that laid on that piece of furniture. No wolf ever had been daring enough to attempt such a thing. Maybe there was at one that tried, but if that was the case he must be six feet under because there was no way he survived.

Jake walked back in the office, picked up the slave and pressed his lips against the slave's. The alpha nuzzled the submissive's neck before migrating to his ear to nibble on the earlobe. Seth placed one of his hands on the back of his master's head and gently pushed it against him to increase the contact while moaning lightly. They were putting quite a show for the other dominant in the room who couldn't peel his eyes off them no matter how hard he tried. He pinched himself to see if he was dreaming, but he was grateful he wasn't, it would be really messed up to be dreaming about his alpha and his slave making out. There was no other logical explanation; he must've stepped to an alternate dimension.

The master placed each one of his hands on the sides of Seth's head and kissed him tenderly. The sub laced his hands on his master's neck and eagerly returned the kiss. "Quil lighten up, it makes perfect sense." Stated Jacob before sitting down and pulling the submissive towards him. The slave immediately sat on his lap with his back resting against his master's chest. Quil didn't know what to think; the two furtive lovers looked happy and felt at peace. Unbeknownst to Quil they had planned the whole performance as a prelude to revealing the true nature of their relationship to the wolf.

"Brother, what do you see?" Asked Jacob to the wolf who at that moment seemed so perplexed Jacob and Seth almost felt guilty for playing with him.

"I have no idea what the hell I'm looking at. If this is a cruel joke, you have a twisted sense of humor. I doubt I'm dreaming because if I was Seth wouldn't be wearing that collar. Maybe it's temporary insanity since I know the least possible option is that it's true."

"Well you of little faith, sometimes you need to take a leap and believe with your heart what your mind tells you it's impossible. The fact is that what you're looking at is true." Even though Quil had to strain to hear Jacob's whispers his face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Since when?" Asked the soldier, he still couldn't believe it but prayed it was true. He was happy for Seth but his joy also had slightly selfish reasons. If what he was witnessing was real, who said it was not possible for his brother to run with the same luck.

"Remember the trip the three of us took a while ago?" Understanding lit up Quil's expression. So many things made sense. Jake's protectiveness, going as far as hurting another dominant for trying to put the moves on the sub. Seth's attitude around his master, he still respected him but wasn't deathly afraid of him like he had been in the past. He always wondered what the alpha's reasons for sending him away were. At the time he wondered if he would see the submissive again. At that moment he understood his life had never been in jeopardy, quite the opposite.

Seeing the understanding in Quil's eyes Jacob nodded before continuing. "As of today Edward, my father and now you know the truth. We decided to bring you into the loop because I need help to guarantee his safety. In the winter it will be easy since I won't travel as much but as of now I need somebody in the house at all times that I could trust with the better part of me. Quil he is…everything to me." The alpha had to stop to compose himself. He had not found the perfect moment to confess his love to the submissive but his small declaration made both his heart and his puppy's leap inside their chests. Seth craned his neck to look at his lover, his eyes glistening with the emotion he was experiencing. His hope was that he meant to his master as much as his master meant to him, but never in his wildest dreams he thought he would verbalize it, much less in front of one of his wolves.

Sensing Seth's excitement the master hugged him tightly and kissed the top of his head. "Quil, can I count on you?"

Quil was flabbergasted, Jacob Black was in love with a slave. Many people use the expression weirder things had happened but Quil couldn't think of anything more unlikely. He doubted his eyes and his sanity as he observed the two lovers sitting before him. The slave perfectly at ease on his master arms and the master looking at peace for the first time in years. "Jake it will be my honor; I swear I will protect him with my own life if necessary."

The slave jumped off his master's lap to go hug his friend and newest protector. He felt honored that he was deemed worthy of these men putting their lives in the line for him. "Thank you Quil!"

Jacob also stood up and walked toward his friend, he waited until Seth moved aside and the two dominants melted in an embrace. Billy was right; Quil would be an excellent addition to their little band of misfits. Many would call them slave lovers, but to them it was not an insult. There was something very special about these seemingly helpless men. Most dominants were just too dumb or too blind to see what was right in front of their faces.

To add another set of concerns and test the already frazzled nerves of all the dominants, but especially the members of the Black household, the council began a campaign which only purpose was the removal of subs from their master's houses. Many landowners, Billy included, agreed that the council was getting desperate. They resorted to recycling slaves as a way to obtain revenue and support their frivolous lifestyles. The system was as simple as it was brilliant. They would come up with any made up noncompliance to the laws involving the treatment of subs. After they presented their case to the masters they would offer a compensation which the dominants usually accepted. Then they would take the slave and sell it for three times the amount of the compensation. The whole process was seamless and everybody won. The new owner would obtain a fresh slave, the previous owner could buy a new one and the council will procure a hefty profit.

Jacob had to leave to negotiate a barter agreement with sellers from the South. He wanted to get a good deal for his family but hated that he had to leave his pup behind. What he really wanted was to go back home as soon as possible to snuggle in bed with his boyfriend. These negotiations were seriously interfering with the lovers' quality time. It killed him to know he was a good twelve hours away from Seth, they missed each other terribly. The night before he left they made love and stayed in each other's embrace until the morning. Every time the master left, the slave felt an empty coldness in the pit of his stomach. The submissive would sit by the window and keep vigil on the days his master was scheduled to come back. The slave could only sleep a few hours, the room felt empty and the bed was cold. Both men were not at ease until they were reunited. They had indeed turned into each other's biggest asset and an even bigger weakness.

Paul had been patrolling since dawn, the burn on the muscles of his legs attested to the fact that he had been running non-stop for over six hours. Paul as Jake's beta took over his responsibilities while he was away. All his responsibilities but one, the most important of them all, he wouldn't go near Seth. He came to a halt when a whisper-like sound reached his thoughts. There was nothing concrete, just bits and pieces. But even with such little information he knew it meant bad news. It was the council, their presence invariably meant trouble. They hadn't been to the manor in almost four years since Billy was pretty much untouchable and Jacob disposed of slaves so fast that he singlehandedly was keeping them in the lap of luxury. For years they had nothing to worry about as far as the council was concerned, what changed?

This is Paul Lahote, beta to Jacob Black. How can I help you honorable members of the council? There were very few things Paul hated more than kissing the ass of those pompous jerks. But he had been instructed by Billy himself to be respectful. All he wanted was to tell them to go fuck themselves and that thought filled the beta with deep satisfaction. He knew he couldn't do it though, it would be counterproductive.

We have no business with you wolf, carry on. After their brief retort they cut the communication and silenced their thoughts. There was no doubt in Paul's mind that they were up to something. The little he got to see indicated they ran in the direction of the manor, they had already passed the juncture that led to Sam's house. He had a really bad feeling about this. His alpha had phased and he couldn't communicate with him and he didn't want to relay any message, he was not sure how well he could hide his thoughts.

The council would arrive at the manor in less than an hour he needed to think. What could they want there? Then it hit him, he knew what they wanted. The sons of bitches were going to take Seth away! That had to be it; everybody had been talking about it. It was more than obvious that the submissive was being treated in ways that went against the laws and regulations of the council. Paul knew there were spies in the house, not only to the council but to the west as well. It was a matter of time before they caught on and came to fetch the slave.

Paul knew what he needed to do; there was no time to notify Billy. Even if the Aleph was notified he was out in the fields and it would take him a good thirty minutes to get to the house. The beta made a decision that he knew would secure his position in the annals of the worst father in the world. He didn't care if his alpha beat him up, he would heal. Sophia was the apple of his eye and her opinion of him was the only one that really mattered. His little girl would be devastated when she learned what her father had done. She loved the submissive and referred to him as her best friend. The beta had to put everything in a balance; if he didn't do anything and the slave was taken away his daughter would be overcome with grief. At least if he took matters into his own hands she would eventually forgive him, when she was old enough to understand the reasons behind his decision.

Sure of his decision Paul took off in a race against time. The trees and shrubs became a blur as he ran towards the manor at full speed. He entered the house through one of the back doors and climbed the stairs two steps at a time. "Seth open up! It's Paul, it's important."

Concerned that Paul might be the bearer of bad news Seth opened the door without giving it a second thought. The beta stormed in the room slamming the door behind him and locking it. The slave observed him, his heart threatening to jump out of his chest. "The council is coming." Paul's words filled the submissive with fear. What could the council want in the house?

"I think they're coming for you, dog. My little girl is going to hate me and my alpha will probably demote me but this is the only way. One day she will understand I'm doing this for all of you." Seth was still trying to wrap his mind around Paul's words when suddenly everything turned black. When the initial shock wore down and he opened his eyes, he could see red through one of his eyes. He had experienced that many times before, he was looking through his blood. Paul was pummeling him faster than Seth could conjure a thought. The slave hadn't recover from the first blow when the second one landed on his nose, he could smell and taste the blood. Paul was acting like a wrecking ball, pounding the submissive's body without mercy. The slave bent forward as the air was pushed out of his chest by a kick to the abdomen; astonishingly it had not been so hard but caught him by surprise.

The punishment continued for an undetermined amount of time. Seth's face felt numb and achy at the same time. It was strange that every punch seemed to be calculated and had a purpose. They varied in intensity and Paul finished by grabbing the slave's biceps and leaving an imprint of his fingers on his arms. "That's done; now take off your clothes slave…"