Desires

Chapter I

Pheromones

WARNINGS: FART FETISH, MALE FART FETISH, FARTING, SLASH, BISEXUAL JACOB BLACK, JACOB/MALE WEREWOLF OC, AU, SCENTS AND SMELLS, OOC MOMENTS, KINDA SLOW BUILD-UP. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.

CATEGORY: Twilight

Pairing(s): Jacob Black/Derek (Male OC)

Genre(s): Romance, Humour

AN: Hi. I don't know what was going through my head when I wrote this, I'm so sorry. Really, I just found myself lusting after Jacob/Taylor Lautner the other night, and so, this was born. It's gross ik, I'm so sorry for writing yet another one of these depraved fics, but I hate to admit it, I enjoyed doing it nonetheless. This might even be a multi-chapter thing, tbh, if I decide to make it so. It's also one of my first attempts at writing in first person rather than my usual third person, so I hope that's okay. It's quite slow to start with btw, there's a bit of a build-up, and nothing too NSFW in this chapter either, although there is some farting lol. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM WELCOMED BUT MUST BE PHRASED POLITELY. Anyway, with that, I hope you enjoy this bizarre kinky story.

There he was: Jacob Black, the man (or werewolf) who made me weak at the knees whenever he flashed that incredible grin of his, standing outside his house, breaking logs with a thick, heavy axe and sweating away amidst the heat like a stereotypical lumberjack. He rubbed the sweat off of his head and looked up from one of the logs he'd just split in two upon sensing my presence.

"Hey, Derek. What're you doing here?" he asked. What was I doing here? Even I didn't really know the answer, but ever since I had become a werewolf myself, my hormones had had an insane dominance over me that I just couldn't control, and today, said hormones had driven me to Jacob's home. This was crazy. Jacob wasn't even gay like me, so why did I have so much fun lusting after him while he was around, picturing the wild and weird fantasies that ran through my mind when I was with him? Even if he was into men, it wasn't as if I was gonna do anything about my desires; I'd always been naturally nervous around people, and the fear of rejection had been crippling for me; that was one thing being a werewolf hadn't changed.

"Hi, Jake… I… umm…" I stuttered. He pulled a humorously confused face at me, until I finally admitted, "I don't know, in all honesty." I sighed. He chuckled.

"You really are a strange guy, you know that?" he commented. I laughed half-heartedly in response, but I knew he was right. Not that I was bothered about it, either; I embraced my being 'strange'. Thankfully, before I could let the conversation die into an awkward silence, he told me something… surprising, to say the least. "Nah, it's okay, anyway. I could use the company. Bella… well, Bella has decided she doesn't wanna talk to me…" he revealed. I didn't know too much about the whole Bella-Jacob-Edward drama, but I knew that that girl meant something special to him.

"Oh…" I murmured, "I'm sorry." I bit my lip seriously as if I was playing out a scene in some sort of drama series. I often pretended like life was a fiction – God knows why, but I've always presumed that it's because fiction has been my escape from my real problems. Fictionalising things made them less consequential, right?... Right… Jacob shrugged.

"It's… alright. It is what it is…" he exhaled sharply, picking up another log and slamming his axe down onto it, furiously chopping it in half with a loud *THWACK*. He said it was alright, but I could see the anger in his face as he took his issues out on the logs. I knew, in some horny, disgusting fantasy I'd have tonight, that this scene would be a lot different. A much more confident version of myself would be telling him how I could 'make it all alright again', and how he wouldn't even remember who Bella and Edward were once I finished with him. But in real life, this scene was going to play out much, much differently; just not in the way I'd first been expecting…

"Why don't you come in?" invited Jacob. "I'll make you a coffee, if you'd like…" I smiled at him.

"Thanks. I'll make it if you want," I offered, but he was having none of that.

"No, no. I'll make it," he insisted, before beckoning me through the front door. "Come on in," he said, his voice tainted with emotional lethargy. I followed him slowly through the doorway into a cosy, compact vestibule, and shut the door behind me. "Take your shoes off if you want. I'm not bothered either way," he said. I decided to keep them on, almost as if it was to tell myself that I wasn't going to be, that I shouldn't be staying here for long. Although, that was arguable; maybe being alone wasn't the best thing for Jake right now, either. I couldn't decide right now as to whether to stay for longer than I was planning to, so I instead chose to just go with the flow and see what I thought was the appropriate time to go later. I followed him to his living room, where he instructed me to sit down on a large, comfy, old-looking, beige sofa. "My dad's not in right now – he's out on a fishing trip; an easy, relaxing one now, obviously," Jacob pointed out.

"Cool," was all I replied with. I wasn't great at small talk. Or any kind of talk, for that matter. I sat down whilst Jacob disappeared into the kitchen for a few minutes, until he eventually came back with two cups of steaming hot coffee. "Did you put-" I started, but Jacob cut me off.

"Milk in? Yes. Don't worry, I remembered," he finished for me, before giving me a soft smile. A soft, but incredibly adorable smile that made me want to hug him; I didn't even need wolf senses to see he was hurting still. He gestured his head around the room. "Sorry, I haven't had a chance to clean up recently. I've become a bit of a total slob over the past few days," he told me. I snickered a little.

"Don't worry about it, I can get like this sometimes, too," I said. Everything was silent for a moment before Jacob spoke up again.

"So… is there anything you wanna talk about?" he piped up with an uncomfortable tone in his voice. I couldn't think of anything else to say, so I responded with a very lame cover-up for my true reason for being here.

"Yeah. Are you… OK?" I wondered, although he'd already answered this question earlier. He rolled his eyes, and it stung a little, but I knew that was an overreaction of mine.

"Derek, I'm fine. Honestly," he said frustratedly.

"Are you?" I repeated, this time quieter and with more gravitas. He huffed.

"Derek! I don't wanna talk about this right now, OK?!" he scolded. Ouch. That hurt me, even though I knew it shouldn't have; he was the one in pain here right now, not me. I needed to get that through my thick skull. He must have felt that I took his chiding to heart, as his eyes suddenly mellowed, and his face calmed, morphing from an irritated scowl into an expression of regret. "I'm sorry," he said, slightly groaning upon recognising that he may have overreacted to my questioning.

"It's OK. If you don't want to talk about it, then let's change the subject," I suggested. He nodded with a stern grimace.

"Good idea."

We both sat uncomfortably silent again. I gazed around Jake's sitting room, observing some of the ancient photographs of him and Billy. Little Jake looked so happy sat on Billy's fishing boat. Who would've thought that he'd have become a werewolf back in those days, eh? It was a strange experience, becoming a werewolf, and I knew that from having been through it myself. Out of the blue, Jacob interrupted my train of thought with a smug grin on his face.

"Hey, Derek," he called. I turned round to face him. "Listen to this:" he announced, shifting in his seat and tilting his jean-clad butt so that it was pointing in my direction. Oh no. I knew what this meant; I'd seen many other guys do it before.

*PFFFFFFFFFT* He farted loudly, then broke out into a childish giggle, proud of his work.

"Ugh, Jacob!" I moaned.

"What?!" he said confusedly. "You're telling me you haven't started farting like a monster ever since you changed?" He was right, to be fair. I had. But in all honesty, I had farted like a monster sometimes even before I turned. I laughed.

"I mean, yeah, but-" I began.

"Do you hold them in or something? Is that what you're about to tell me?" Jake prompted.

"Yes, OK! I do," I yelped defensively.

"How?!" Jacob shrieked. "It's impossible. Or at least I find it impossible…"

*PRRT* He farted again as he settled back down in his chair to a normal sitting position. I sniggered. I couldn't help it; as much as I pretended to be someone who didn't find this sort of stuff funny, I did. But, there was another feeling I had about it – a feeling I was much more ashamed of than simply finding farts funny: I found it hot.

Farting had been a secret fetish of mine I'd known about for around eight years now. I'd always loved it when a guy confidently and cockily let one rip in front of me, and it wasn't any different with Jacob Black. In fact, I was having a difficult time concealing my newfound erection from him right now. The best I could currently do was cross my legs, as casually as I could, and pray that he didn't notice. But there was, of course, another major problem that came with both of us being wolves, one that couldn't be as easily hidden as my boner. Pheromones. I smelt my own the moment I was done crossing my legs, and started to panic – it wouldn't be long at all before Jacob caught the scent of them. He was still smirking attractively (which wasn't helping to calm down my sexual exhilaration), joyfully, when, all of a sudden, he stopped. Oh shit. He took a sniff of the air, not just smelling the rank farts he'd let out anymore. His head turned all the way to me.

"O-okay," I stuttered, "before you say anything-"

"Derek?" he interrupted, with what seemed like a different kind of smile crossing his face. "You can't hide those pheromones from me," he claimed. I was mortified. Rather clichély, I wanted a giant hole to open up under me at this moment and swallow me whole; if werewolves could happen, why was that wish so unrealistic, eh? I couldn't open my mouth to speak anymore. I could barely even move at all I was so frozen with embarrassment and anxiety. I was pretty pathetic guy for a werewolf, really. I couldn't figure out what he was going to say - did he want me to leave? Did he want me to never speak to him again? I couldn't blame him if he did. Come on Jake, speak, dammit. Stop leaving me unsure like this. "Did you get turned on by that?" he finally inquired. I took what little courage I could muster and used it to nod my head very, very slowly, dying of shame. He didn't say anything again for another few seconds, until he really took in what I was saying. He burst out into a fit of laughter, then recognised that this hurt me again. "Oh, no, no! Derek, I'm not laughing in a bad way, or anything," he assured me.

"Really?" I asked, my watery eyes shining.

"Yeah," he chuckled. "Everybody has their kinks, even us wolves. Can I ask you one other question, though?" he said.

"Sure," I agreed, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Your pheromones spiked when I farted just then, right, but I think I could smell them a little before that, too…" he thought aloud. "I think, in fact, I sensed them when you arrived here, earlier. Derek…" he paused, "…do you like me?" I gulped. But then, the rational side of my brain told me something: Jake was accepting of my bizarre, gay fart fetish, so why wouldn't he be accepting of the fact that I had a crush on him as well? I nodded again, this time with an ounce more confidence. He smiled warmly. "Aww, that's so cute," he teased.

"Shut up," I grunted, finally able to speak. I stared down at my knees.

"No," Jacob said. Then, he put a hand on my leg. My eyes widened involuntarily, and my head snapped straight back up to look at him.

"J-Jake…?" I mouthed, my dick jumping with excitement. He still wore that sexy, wide, arrogant grin that was so hot.

"I think I need to fart again," he informed me, starting to rub my thigh whilst leaning over and getting close to me.

*PRRRRRRRRRRRT* I heard from his opposite end. He chortled again, then fanned the air behind his ass, waving it up to me. It reeked, but I enjoyed it. "Do you like that, Derek?" he queried.

"Yes…" I said, trying not to drool.

"What else do you like?" Jake quizzed.

"Do you really wanna know?" I asked suspiciously, warning him that my fart kink was even weirder than it seemed on the surface.

"Yes," he whispered into my ear.

"Ok…" I said, excited. "Well… I kinda just like it when guys fart in front of each other really confidently, like you've been doing," I confessed.

"Good. Good," he said. "Carry on…"

"And… and I like it… when…" I said, already panting from horniness and having to restrain my hands from touching my dick. "I like some dom stuff, as well… like, when guys fart on each other, but only sometimes; it has to be done a certain way, for me…" I confided.

"Got it," Jacob stated, grinning at me. "The good news for you, Derek, is that we're both werewolves that eat a lot, ergo, we fart a lot, as you know…" he claimed. I felt the previous embarrassment drain away and myself nearly mirroring his mischievous grin now.

"What's the bad news?" I asked.

"There is none; just a second piece of good news, and it's this:" Jake told me, before pressing his lips against mine roughly and lustfully. I was shellshocked when he withdrew from my mouth.

"W…wow…" I mumbled with mesmerisation at how good his lips had tasted, already trembling with orgasmic bliss. "But… I thought you weren't gay?" I said.

"I'm not, you idiot," he said to me. "I'm bisexual – they're two different things," he revealed.

"You know what I meant, but… really?!" I said, the delighted surprise ever evident in my voice. This time, he nodded.

"And I think you're hot as fuck, Derek," he said. This had to be a dream, right? I was tempted to pinch myself, but I abstained.

"Thank you… so much…" I murmured, unable to control the gleeful beam I displayed. "I think you're hot as fuck too," I reciprocated to him, and he kissed me passionately once again.

"No, Derek, thank you," he said. Suddenly, his stomach could be heard growling, and he clutched it, rubbing it, trying to settle it down. "So, about that fetish thing…" Jake started, "… what do you wanna do about it?" He looked into my eyes mischievously and grinned his perfect grin wickedly once again, and I felt my knees start to quiver with desire.