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Affliction	By : lordoberon Category: Twilight Series > Slash > Edward/Jacob Views: 7216 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This fanfic is a SEQUEL. It features Edward/Jacob and Jacob/Jasper.

I can't believe how easy I am, caving and writing a sequel, haha! I admit though, it was also me just wanting to write more of these two. MANY thanks go to all my reviewers of the previous two Edward/Jacob fics of mine. I really, really appreciate (and am entertained) by those reviews. They keep me writing.

For those who enjoyed the ending to 'Scent,' well, there is no reason for you to read this. But if you are curious like me, then please, do read on. Also, for those who see 'Jasper' and freak, well, sorry guys, it just popped into my head. :D But I promise I made it hot. >;D

This fic was a lot of fun to write, but also tough. I lost part of it and had to rewrite. I had to think of how to end this little trio of fics. Some parts ended up different than I expected (like Jasper sliding in there, damn he's slick!), but I still like the end result. Please REVIEW and tell me what you think!

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AFFLICTION

a fanfic

by lordoberon

PART 1 - Jacob's POV

"Jacob? Jacob, are you all right?"

Jacob sat up quickly, staring out through the darkness towards his doorway. Sweat coated his body, and the sheets were tangled around his legs. He was panting loudly, and was distantly aware that some strange sound he'd made had woken him up. He could see the wheel of his father's wheelchair glinting in the moonlight from the window. Billy Black's gruff voice was unusually soft, his speech slow with concern.

"I-I'm okay, dad. Just...just a bad dream."

The werewolf son waited until he heard the creak of the wood as his father's wheelchair turned away, and the click of his bedroom door shutting. Then he slowly turned to bury his head in his pillow. It was true that werewolves had an attunement to the moon, and even as he lay there he could feel the moon rays sitting on his left hand. It was like being extra aware of someone's breath, this moon thing. He could feel the light move around his fingers in a silky caress as his hand twitched.

Why do I keep thinking about him? He's off with Bella in Florida or something. They're happy. I'm here alone, with no life, not even school left to keep me busy. But I should at least know better than to be thinking of him!

Edward continued to haunt his dreams. The vampire was in his bed at night while he slept, or crouching at his windowsill. He would walk into the room when Jacob was watching TV late at night, half-awake. This had happened several times and left Jacob in trouble with Billy, because when the popcorn was on the floor and his illusion of Edward stood there, those black eyes staring at him, Jacob would occasionally nip from Billy's beer shelf. But more often than not, he would go out running as a wolf. Being a wolf felt natural to Jacob, felt right. That is, when he didn't have to think about anyone else, and could just focus on what it felt like to run.

With a groan, Jacob flipped onto his side and stared into the darkness. This time, it wasn't a dream of Edward returning and speaking to him that woke him up. It was another one of those dreams that would haunt him, so fiercely that he had started to compile a novel in his head so that he could think of that and not be forced to share his dreams of Edward with his fellow werewolves. These dreams were the ones that had Edward lying naked on Jacob's bed, or had the both of them back in the meadow far from here where it had all begun.

This time in the dream, it was Edward's mouth on his cock. Jacob groaned as he remembered it. Slowly he let his hand slither down his torso, down to grip his hard length. He turned his head to bury in the pillow, to sink his teeth in the cotton as his hand stroked his hot, hard flesh. "Mmmm. Nnn...hhaaa!" Jacob pretended that his fingers were Edward's. Those soft, gentle fingers would creep up and down his length, and then softly stroke that special spot between his legs, stroking more inward and harder with every one of Jacob's pleading sounds. Then that wet, soft tongue, so gentle and cooling, would lick all around Jacob's cock, before letting it plunge deep down Edward's throat, again and again thrusting into the soft, sweet abyss.

With a soft whimper Jacob came, and then got up to clean up his mess. When he was done, Jacob sat down with a large sigh on his bed. Why did everyone have to have someone except him? Sam, Embry...even the vampires had someone.

Jacob had caught himself looking at that other one....Jasper?....a couple times, because out of the rest of the Cullen bunch, Jasper reminded him a little of Edward. He was lean and tall, like Edward, except his hair was blonde and there was something more dangerous and cruel in his eyes. This came, Jacob supposed, from the guy having been military. It scared him. But he liked to glance at Jasper sometimes, nevertheless.

But no one was the same as Edward.

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Edward's POV
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Edward turned over on the bed, keeping his hand where it lay on Bella's cheek. Today had been wonderful, but about a third of the way through it Edward has been distracted by a call from his brother. While Renee insisted on taking Bella to do some girls-only shopping, Edward had sat in the shade of the tree in the back yard at Renee's house. The shrill ring of the cell phone had interrupted his peace.

Instinctively, he knew it was Jasper. This was not the first time his brother had called to complain. Edward grumbled to himself in the darkness now. His brother had called to say that "your werewolf" was stirring trouble again, staring at Jasper moodily across the fire during one of the brief meetings with the wolves. Before that the werewolf had looked at Jasper again once, over his shoulder. Jasper had been driving home from hunting with Alice via a new road, and it had squeezed in right by the Quileute border, by a swimming hole. Jasper and Alice had spotted a couple of the werewolves amidst other Quileutes, and Jacob had given Jasper a long, thoughtful look.

"Well, what am I supposed to do about it? I don't know what he's thinking, because I'm not there. And Alice can't tell what's going to happen, with him. What are his emotions?"

Jasper sounded unusually embarrassed and reluctant on the other end of the phone. "He's intrigued, Edward. He's curious. And there's some strange sort of...need, there. I can't quite feel it out, but it's something different, and not hostile. It's like he's feeling something weird and instead of being afraid of it, he's confronting it. I don't like it, Edward."

"Sorry to hear that. But there's nothing I can do. I've got to go." And then Edward had hung up.

Now here he was with the love of his life sleeping beside him, and he was thinking of Jacob Black. Jacob was looking at Jasper because Jasper reminded him of Edward. Jacob hadn't moved on, and was stuck on thoughts of Edward. Jacob was...in love? Edward felt his body trembling at the thought. What was he supposed to do about this?

The need that Jasper had mentioned was...what was it? Need for Edward? Lust? What made Edward feel nervous, though, was that Jacob was not afraid, but confronting his feelings. Edward wasn't doing that at all. Edward had tried to get Jacob Black out of his mind, to end it, for the good of both parties. But now, lying here, he felt like he had run away. He certainly wasn't being confrontational, or brave, or accepting. He was shoving these feelings off. Coward.

In the night though, sometimes, Edward thought of Jacob. He even wondered what the boy was doing, and this was strange, because Edward had never wondered something so normal about anyone except Bella. He also lusted after the boy in his thoughts, a little. Mostly though, it was pain that made him think of Jacob Black. The pain that he had been forced to abandon someone he didn't want to abandon. Now he knew how Bella felt. It hurt, to think of Jacob being in pain. It made some part of him - not his heart, for he didn't have one - ache.

Edward turned back over, and let thoughts of Jacob drift in occasionally to interrupt his trance as he stared at his beloved Bella Swan.

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Jacob's POV
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This was now the third time that Jacob had smelled the vampire watching him from on the other side of the border. It was certainly more than the third time he had thought of Jasper Cullen and even gone so far as to look at the vampire in a clear, communicative way from across some distance.

And now here Jasper was, watching Jacob.

Instinctively a shiver coldly wove its way up Jacob's back at the thought. He refused to look in that direction, although both knew he could smell Jasper's scent. Slowly, Jacob sat up from his sunbathing towel on the cliff. He glanced down momentarily at the rocks and trees to his left and right. No one had been available to cliff dive with him today, so he was all by himself.

With a wolfish grin his face - yes, wolfish, his friends who were not his brothers had told him that when he grinned this mischievously, he reminded them of a wolf - Jacob stood up. With the burn of eyes on his back (he wondered, were they golden or black?) he walked to the end of the cliff. Jacob allowed himself a yawn and a long, luxurious stretch that sent ripples of pleasure down his aching muscles. After a hard night’s run it always felt good to stretch, and do some swimming.

Then, slowly, Jacob grabbed the hem of his shirt and slid the piece of clothing from his body, letting it drop the ground. He was surprised the vampire still watched him, at this point. He had to admit, it was a little bit intimidating. It was also titillating.

Equally slowly, Jacob grabbed the zipper of his pants and slid it down. He stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side, and relished the sun covering every inch of his naked skin. Then, he turned around and looked deep into the darkness of the trees. There! He could see the blonde head and those dark eyes. With a smile, and then a laugh at his own misbehaving, Jacob gestured to the vampire. No response. Ah, be boring, then.

Jacob leapt up, and dove over the face of the cliff.

His body whistled through the air, piercing the wind like an arrow. When he hit the water it was refreshingly cold to his hot skin, smooth and silky against him. Jacob swam a few yards, relishing the sensation of the water, before he heard a sudden sound.

When he looked back, a golden head of hair rose from the water, and the dark eyes of Jasper Hale looked at him from across the water. Jacob grinned. He’s not so boring after all, I guess. Maybe I’ve made him curious.

Jacob swam to the water’s edge, and then let his body fall to hit the sand. He watched as Jasper rose from the water. He couldn’t help a little gasp coming from his throat. The vampire had left his shirt on the cliff and rose like an Adonis. Little droplets of water showered down from his hair like sparks of gold, falling to slide down the pale skin that Jacob knew was cold and hard, but silken against the fingertips. Jasper’s body was lean and toned, and he was taller than Edward, nearly Jacob’s height. He strode from the water with the confidence of some grand animal and sat down on the sand next to Jacob.

Jasper did not look at him, but simply sat there, staring out at the water’s surface, the blue sky and the clouds furling like flags arcing over the pine tree tops. Jacob let his eyes drink in that face as it turned a little towards him: the wide, slightly crooked mouth with an unnatural redness to it, the dark eyes set beneath a heavy brow and the golden tendrils of the hair that stopped in a straight line at the nape of the neck. There was a little freckle of some kind to the right of Jasper’s mouth, and Jacob found that amusing. Marks like that were retained, he supposed, from when vampires had been human.

Finally, the vampire spoke. His voice was a quiet sort of whisper, soft as the strings of a harp to listen to, low and, Jacob thought, erotic. “Jacob Black,” he said, “I would like to know what causes you to stare at me like you do. Would I be so lucky as to get a straight answer?”

At first, Jacob didn’t know whether to be annoyed or pleased at this direct question. On the one hand, it was annoying, because he felt like the vampire was just brushing him off, wanting to get this over with quickly. On the other hand, it was amusing, because no matter how much they tried to blend in, the vampires always let on that they were different. It was in the way they turned their heads a little too quickly, the piercing eyes, and the slow and old fashioned diction of their speech.

Jacob could see, suddenly, why Bella liked them, even in all their differences. They were meant to be different, just as he and the other werewolves were content, and somehow meant, to be who they were – werewolves. It simply could not be any other way. When you tried to picture them as humans, it just didn’t work. The vampires were vampires, and that was that.

But questions were not what he wanted. Jacob didn’t feel like talking. He didn’t want to, because then he would be reminded of Edward. So he avoided the vampire’s question, looking instead, away, out towards the sun and the trees that scattered by the beach.

“It’s about them, isn’t it? The lovebirds, drifting their way through life with little care for anyone else, happily situated in some sunny grove of Florida as we speak.”

Jacob froze. How the hell did Jasper know what was bothering him? He knew the vampire had some odd power, too, just like the rest of them, but he couldn’t remember what it was. Was he really all that obvious? Had Edward read his thoughts from Florida and sent Jasper on a mission here?

A growl came from Jacob’s throat, and he slammed his fist down into the sand, burying it. He refused to look at Jasper.

The vampire’s laugh was like bells tinkling in the air. “So I’m right. Well, why does it have anything to do with me? I can’t bring either of them back here. They’re entitled to their fun. Besides, it would only bring more heartache for you, Jacob. I know that something is going on…or went on…between you and my brother.”

Jacob took a deep breath. He could feel the rage increasing in him, increasing with every word that Jasper said. It made him even angrier that even while he hated what Jasper said, he still wanted to look at him. To touch him, even. Was he going to start lusting after the entire Cullen family? Even thinking about that wasn’t funny; it was disgusting. They were a family, after all, even if not in blood. They were a family like he and Sam and all his other brothers were a family. The idea of someone going through a family and fucking them all was just gross.

The rage was a tingle in Jacob’s nose, fingers and toes. It made him feel a little stretched and about ready to scream. When the tingle became fiercer – and he hoped that right now, it did not – that was when he was just about to phase.

A cooling touch on his hand surprised Jacob, and he turned, startled, to stare into Jasper’s eyes. The more he stared, the calmer he got. He felt his heartbeat even seem to slow down. The tingle was wrenched away in a sudden gasp, and his tensed muscles loosened. He felt humiliated, now that he was calm, that the vampire knew his every feeling. He didn’t want to appear out of control, especially not in front of a leech. Damn them.

Jasper looked away again, back up at the sky, and Jacob wondered why the vampire was still here sitting next to Jacob. Did he actually care?

The sunlight seemed to create a halo around Jasper’s hair, and Jacob watched it flutter in a slight breeze. He let his gaze fall down, to trace the muscular arms and the arch of the body, as Jasper slumped a little, relaxed.

“Thanks,” Jacob said, for the calming effect Jasper had on him. When the vampire didn’t reply, Jacob scooted closer, so close that his shoulder touched the vampire’s cold one. He laughed as Jasper flinched at the sudden heat of his skin.

That didn’t stop Jacob. It only made him want to touch Jasper more. He turned a little, and saw the way the vampire’s eyes needled him, telling him to speak up, to reveal what he wanted. Jacob didn’t want to say it. Instead, he let his hand drift down, and rest momentarily on top of Jasper’s. Then, smiling, he dragged his hand slowly up, up Jasper’s arm. He rested it on Jasper’s shoulder for a moment, enjoying the way the vampire was so tense, so still. Jasper’s skin was so cooling. Jacob found it refreshing, even more so than being in the cool water.

Smiling still, Jacob swept his hand across the other boy’s chest, grazing over the delicate shape of bones, the rose of nipples, down to stroke his thumb over the golden hairs that lay beneath Jasper’s navel.

The vampire’s voice was a little louder now in surprise. He hissed, “What do you think you’re doing?”

Even that only made Jacob want Jasper more. He loved teasing people.

“I’m kissing you, that’s what,” Jacob said. It turned out as some sort of growl as he leaned in. His fingers curled over Jasper’s hip and he pressed his mouth firmly against Jasper’s.

Jasper’s mouth was soft, tender, his lips just wanting to be bitten and so Jacob did it. That tongue was even better, sending spirals of pleasure deep in Jacob’s belly when Jacob pushed the kiss further. He found his body pressed up against the other boy’s, skin to skin, and suddenly Jasper was kissing him back, fierce with cold fire. He tilted his head and slid one hand to the back of Jacob’s neck. He was leaning into Jacob, letting Jacob devour him and finally sliding away with a moan.

“Your mouth is so damn hot,” Jasper gasped.

“Don’t you wonder about the rest of me?” Jacob asked. He couldn’t resist laughing at the way those dark eyes seemed to glitter now, glittering in lust and contentment. Jacob was surprised that Jasper was accepting his advanced, and it made a swelling confidence burn within him.

Again he leaned down to kiss the vampire boy, fiercely, over and over, kissing and biting that red mouth. Then he was kissing further, over the smooth pale skin of Jasper’s cheeks, down to bite at the earlobe, and over the neck. When he reached the other boy’s chest, Jacob pulled back, panting. He felt good, and he hadn’t felt this good in weeks. His body was thrumming with desire and fulfillment, and though he felt the ache of his cock pleading for more, quicker, he knew he would get it.

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