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Edward's Egg
By : Darkpen
Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR
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Chapter 15
The sparkling twink slicked back his glorious bronze hair, flashing an ivory smile to himself in his cool, contemporary glass mirror. He then readjusted his bright purple tie giving himself another smug look, having perfect porcelain skin did indeed fine self-esteem insurance. Not to mention ass-insurance.

It was what he would do every night. He would go to the hot, dark Amsterdam night clubs in his fine Armani suit. His hair, nails, and teeth would be flawless to even the most critical of persons. For they were cared and maintained by the finest in town: himself.
The night would then carry on with him buying himself a drink at the bar which he would pretend to drink while leaning up against the bar his slight body masked by the counters of the suit only a little. He wanted to appear young, rich, independent, and yes stealthy and mysterious. He would then scan the sweaty club for the night’s first treat if it hadn’t already found him: A hot, hung, horny, 20 something. The shimmery twink would then saunter over, commenting on the lad’s rhythm and moves, seducing him with flattery. Then he would take the perspiring hand of the youth, cooling it with his hard skin and lead him to the bar. The boy of course would do the foolish thing and allow the twink buy an alcoholic beverage worsening his dehydration…and lowering his inhibitions and succumbing to his preternatural charm.

He would corner the unsuspecting youth, kissing his salty neck, making his hot body tremble and beg for more. His amber eyes would then mesmerize the victim, and without any resistance lead him to a secluded location in a trance. The twink would drive him to submission undressing the hot, salty human for his own selfish indulgence. The lad would then beg him to do the final move: Penetrating him with his supernatural phallus.
Sodomy was his game, and his name was Edward Cullen.

He had been enjoying his life not only away from Bella, but away from his entire family. Not even his sister Alice, with her psychic power to see his whereabouts and activities could find him. And it was all thanks to an old hermitic witch casting a protective psychic barrier around the twink. He had paid the sorceress handsomely once a month in cash to ensure the potency of the spell. He knew it had worked once Alice called him frantic because she couldn’t find him with her mind’s eye, worrying for his life. He assured her everything was alright and that her fears were unfounded. He didn’t need his family knowing of his sexual orientation, he was 107 after all, a grown man.

He smoothed his hands down his suit, easing himself of his troubling thoughts, “It’s time.”

He flew to his Porsche and revved the engine in an instant. In a flash he put on his sun glasses and did a final slick of his hair as he shifted the gears and the clutch forward.

He arrived at the club faster than the policemen would have liked but he knew a smile and a wink of his amber eyes would stir any latent man-loving tangents within the uniformed studs.

He strode in confidently, giving the bouncers a knowing nod. The flashing strobe lights and wild, epic techno music pounding through his hard, rocky body sent familiar pleasant sensations through the twink. It was here he felt most at ease, for not too long from then he would have some hot sweaty youth wrapped around his cold body as he pounded into him against a wall.

He purchased his usual drink, shifting the glass between his ivory fingers faster than the surrounding humans could see, waiting for the thought waves of his prey. He only picked the most unintelligent for his nightly feeding in hopes that his decisions would be a sort of supernatural eugenics.

He had to pause, giving a look of horror as his mind was confronted with poorly referenced Darwinian and Dawkin’s atheistic theories. He clutched his temple, wishing there was some fat fuck he could sink his fangs into to relieve some of his frustration.

“Oh God, what creature have they allowed in here?” He asked himself out loud, uncaring if anyone thought he was crazy.

Faster than sight he whipped around, his head turning every which way in search of the creator of the ignorant thought-patterns.

At last his brilliant amber eyes found his prey. He was definitely drunk, stumbling about, shouting ignorant Darwinianisms to all those who turned him an dear ear, which were all but the twink.

The lad had poorly colored crimson hair, a grizzly gotee that thankfully did not match. He was of slight build with small patches of chest hair visible through his open vest which he wore no shirt under. His dark beige shorts and black leather combat boots were most out of place.

“Mon due…” Edward grumbled to himself, this time taking a bit of his vile human draught, he would have had to at least mimic the stimulation of feeding to get him through this. He would have to break this one, for his vampiric brain, and for the sake of this nightclub that had been so faithful to him.

He smirked as his own thoughts consumed his mind, blocking out the persistent, colorful, ignorance. He would seduce the intoxicated youth, strip him of his clothes and pride, and take him right there in a secluded spot in the night club, a ritual which would surely reverse the effects of the lad’s corrosive thoughts.

The twink slicked back his hair with a grin, took in a breath, and projected his sexual presence on the fool.
Of course the clownish youth turned to him surily and lurched over towards Edward, his heavy combat boots throwing off his balance.

Before the red-headed idiot completely planted his face into the floor, Edward threw an arm around his waist, catching the boy with ease.

“Careful there friend,” Edward said smoothly, his head turned towards the fool, “wouldn’t want you to fall.”

The lad’s bleary eyes managed to find Edward, “Yar matey! Many thanks be to ye!”

The idiot’s words ran as nails down a chalk board on Edward’s nerves. Not to mention the alcoholic breath that burned the twink’s sensitive nose. But

Alas, Edward thought, this foolish behavior was to be expected at this level of intoxication.

Edward, in a smooth, tender movement took the drink from the lad, his agitation completely concealed by his reserve, “I’m cutting you off,” the twink purred into his ear, immobilizing the fool temporarily. Edward turned the boy to face him, flashing him his dazzling ivory smile, the strobe lights gracing across his face for an instant his skin shimmered for the fool to see.

“…what are you…?” He drunkard asked emptily in a small bewildered voice.

“Why don’t you take a seat?” The sparkling twink asked his new friend.

“…yess…” his lowered activity and Edward’s dazzling caused the boy’s energy to drop.

Faster than anyone saw they were at a booth, the vampire setting the delicate human on his lap. The drunk’s lanky body hung limply, his mouth hanging open, his arousal sky-rocketed as he realized how he was positioned. Seated on the lap of such a gorgeous man was certainly something he had always wanted, but never voiced.

Edward wasted no time in making a feral growl into the lad’s ear. He grinned as he felt the signature shock go up the lad’s spine.

Man-love has been initiated.

The lad then turned sloppily towards his gorgeous companion and leaned in for a kiss.

Edward shut his eyes and stopped breathing, the boy’s mouth smelled reminiscent of menstrual blood for whatever reason. This frightened Edward in a way he had almost forgotten. He reciprocated reluctantly, but he would have to act fast.

He swept the intoxicated, reeking youth into his arms and fled to a private bathroom faster than anyone could see.

He set the boy to his feet, holding his weight with one arm as he locked the door with a flick of his finger of his other arm.

He then backed the boy into a wall, his heavy combat boots dragged along the tile. The twink gingerly placed the delicate human against the wall, raising him off his feet. Edward kissed his neck, resisting the temptation to drink, but he knew the real feast was in his pants.

Edward’s vamp cock was already raised at attention, stabbing into the hot, lively groin of the youth exercising a long awaited moan from the fool.

The twink broke his string of kisses along the idiot’s hot, salty neck, looking him the eye. Edward then smoothed his hands over the youth’s scrawny chest, stripping him of his vest.

The fool gazed at him dumbly with lust and ale. Breathing through his mouth animalistic. The alcohol had warmed him and caused his skin to numb to the point where he knew the boy couldn’t feel the coldness of his stony fingers. To Edward’s delight it only caused him to moan and flutter his eyes.

Gently Edward unzipped the fool’s pants causing them to fall around his combat boots, freeing his phallus.

“Hm, satisfactory but not my concern.” Edward mused to himself, idly toying with the fool’s man organ.

Edward with a breath of pride released his sparkling manly vampirehood from it’s expensive prison. He then grabbed the fool from his thighs and at last sank his frozen cock into his molten corn hole.

A raspy, defeated breath escaped the youth as his body went limp against the horny vampire that slammed inside of him.

Although Edward’s body relished in the moment, his mind was very far away. It honed in on a beloved adoptive brother of his: Emmet.

Edward longed for his bulky masculine body, cold, hard, and just as sparkly as himself. He imagined himself in Emmet’s manly embrace, cold, cool, but so very hot within. He wanted to be on bottom while Emmet pounded him as his big, burly, top bear.

Edward grunted and gushed the boy full of his cold, glittering jizz.

Edward pulled out and sped out of the violated bathroom leaving the fool passed out on the floor in a pool of his milky essence.

The twink zipped his pants up and fled the scene with speed. He was not seen leaving the club, he could only be felt, a cool shadow among all the other hot, moist darkness.

He fired up the engine and shifted the gears, flying down the road faster than he had before. He didn’t breathe, but he didn’t need to.

At last he entered his in-house garage and fled up the stairs hurling himself in his bed sobbing into the pillows, “Oh Emmet! No one else can compare!
No matter how many nights I do another I still yearn only for you my love.”

He retrieved a small heart-shaped picture-frame from under his pillow. He sniffled and held it to his heart sighing.

He took in deep, languorous breaths calming himself even though his heart still raced at the thought of his forbidden love. He closed his eyes, allowing his imagination to take over. He stood on a beach walking all alone, his heart still feeling torn to pieces. How long he had wandered here on the barren sea of his heart he had no idea.

Then suddenly, coming in the other direction someone came. It was another vampire like himself, his body in the glorious shape of a roman statue, shining more brilliant than bronze the glorious one of his desires approached.

“Emmet!” Edward cried in a high pitched voice.

Emmet stopped, giving him an arrogant smirk that always sent shivers up Edward’s spine. Tilting his beauteous head, Emmet held out a hand, “Edward.”
The manly might of Emmet’s voice stopped Edward in his tracks. He couldn’t move, immobilized in disbelief.

Edward too could only raise a hand like his brother, “Emmet.”

“I know you have taken absence from our family brother, but you must know I have only yearned for you.” His words were so stern and hard, like his cock.

“Oh Emmet, I had to, I couldn’t bear to see you with another. But I know no matter what happens our hearts…” He choked on his last words, “Will be forever one!”

“Oh Edward…” Emmet’s handsome face saddened.

Edward couldn’t bear to see his love in any state of displeasure, so he cried, “Emmet!”

Everything went white as Edward shot out of his bed, startled by his ringing cell phone.

“Did I fall asleep? But…wow, I must really have been upset.”

He glanced to his cell phone, flipping it over seeing as to who was calling.

He grinned as he saw it was Alice, he knew that his psychic shield still worked against her ability to see where he was.

He flipped open his phone, “Hello.”

“Edward!”

He tried not to groan, ever since the shield had been established she had been calling non-stop to make sure he was alive. Stupid siblings,

“Alice…what’s wrong?”

“It’s Bella! She’s been captured!”

A wave of relief washed over him, “Thank God! He thought, “I never thought she’d be out of my hair!”

He tried his best to sound distressed, “Oh…my that’s terrible. Where have they taken her?” He grinned, glancing at his beautiful self in the mirror.

“On some weird island with a creepy old man!”

His heart fell from his chest deep into the pit of his stomach, “NO!” He cried in his mind, “Why of all places did that empty baboon have to go there? To Kame house!”

The sorceress Edward had been paying to cast the psychic shield over him was none other than the sister of Master Roshi: Baba.

Now he was terrified and pissed, he wasn’t going to have Bella screwing up his deal. He took a breath calming himself, besides payment was due, he would have to head that way since the old witch only accept cash, and with her having no address all payments had to be made in person.

“…where is this island?” He asked, this time with real worry in his voice, although he already knew where this place was.

“It’s south Pacific-“

“Never mind, I read your mind. I see it. I’ll rent a private jet and be there as soon as I can.”

“Edward be careful. They might be mafia if they shoot at you they’ll know what you are!”

“It’ll be fine Alice. You have my word.”

He hung up before he could say more.

He stood up and pulled at his bronze hair, “GODDAMIT!”

He was at a complete loss. Bella not only had the potential to screw up his deal with Baba, but if that stupid little girl did something to upset the witch Baba might just spite Edward for not killing the idiot long ago by telling everyone his sexual orientation. Something he had been trying to keep secret from his family for centuries.

He would have to act fast before she majorly fucked things up for him. He put on his sun glasses, dialed his travel agent, and packed his bags. There was no way in hell that empty, wet, vag was going to ruin his comfortable life.
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Edward's Egg	By : Darkpen Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR Views: 11812 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or make any money from this story.

Edward's Egg