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You'll See	By : StargateFanatic Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Slash Views: 8666 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Told you. :) 'Nother chappie.
A/N: Warning on content, though if you haven't seen the M/M warnings and are still reading this, you won't mind. :)

The house was empty when we arrived. I dragged a laughing Jasper upstairs to our room. As soon as I shut the door, his lips were on mine. I was led to the bed and laid back on it. Jasper hovered over me, not quite putting his weight on me, while still kissing me fervently. I wrapped my arms around his chest and tried to pull him against me. He complied; it felt good to feel every part of him against me. My legs were outside his, so I wrapped them around his waist. His hips moved against mine, causing me to moan. My hands were fumbling as I tugged at Jasper’s shirt. Sensing my frustration, he lifted his torso from mine and removed his shirt. I ran my hands reverently across the planes of his chest. I traced the scars that covered his skin. I had never noticed them before. He closed his eyes at the sensation. I leaned up to place a single kiss on the scar across his sternum as a warm, bubbly, and overwhelming feeling consumed me. I couldn’t place it; it was new to me. I looked up and met his eyes. He was staring at me in pleased surprise.

“You’re not scared of me,” he gasped, the surprise lacing his voice.

“Why would I be scared of you?” I asked.

“I’m scarred, hideous…” I pressed a finger to his lips to silence him.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered. “Even that word is an understatement. It’s sacrilege to call you something less than what you are.” He tenderly kissed my finger. I cradled his face in my hands and gently kissed his lips. I felt that unknown feeling again.

“I’m not—”

“Shh.” I kissed him again. I didn’t want him to feel this way about himself. “I love you just how you are.”

“You love me?” I felt it again, and I finally recognized it. It was love, and it was the strongest I had ever felt.

“Yes.” He kissed me, a quick peck.

“Say it again.”

I smiled. “I love you.” Another peck.

“Again,” he essentially growled.

“I love you, Jasper Hale.” He kissed me again, but this time, it was more than a peck. He laid me back so we were in our original position. He pulled my shirt over my head. I felt something akin to a purr of satisfaction rumble through his chest. I couldn’t stop the giggle that erupted.

“What?” he asked.

“You make the strangest sounds. You’re practically purring right now.” The rumbling stopped. “No, I like it. I just don’t see how you can make that sound.” The purring resumed. “Can we continue now?” I murmured in his ear. His mouth was insistent and I could tell he was trying to restrain himself. I reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. Our breathing was becoming quite ragged. Carefully, I slid my hand inside his jeans and cupped him through his boxers. His breathing hitched as I stroked him for the first time. I smiled as he panted.

“I want you.”

“You have me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. I trust you.” He groaned and latched his lips to mine while he removed both of our jeans. Somewhere along the way, our shoes and socks had disappeared. He hesitated when we were both in just our boxers. Taking the initiative, I unhurriedly slid the waistband of his boxers down. He returned the favor and we kicked them off. Tentatively, I touched his arousal. His replying moan was encouragement enough for me. I wrapped my hand around him and stroked, but he grabbed my wrist.

“You have to stop if you want me to last.” I smirked and removed my hand. He leaned over me to get something from the bedside table. I gasped as a shock went through me when our erections touched. He grinned at me and did it again. I grabbed his arms to ground myself because my world was spinning from the sensation of heady pleasure. I heard a snap and something probe against my entrance. I tensed slightly. I had never been with anyone, though I knew what it entailed. “Relax, love. I’ll be gentle.” At the sound of his voice, I immediately relaxed. I felt his finger pass the ring of muscles. It was a strange feeling, but I kept myself relaxed. Jasper kissed me while he pumped his finger in and out. When he pressed in a second finger, he brushed over something that had me arching my back. It must be my prostate… “Feel good?” he asked. I nodded.

“More. Please.” He slipped another lubed finger into me. It felt…good to have him stretching me so gently. He expanded his fingers, brushing my prostate on each pass. “Jasper!” I whined. I was so close, and we hadn’t even gotten to the actual act.

“Let go,” he whispered. He wrapped his tongue around my erection and engulfed me in his mouth. He continued to pump his fingers, continuously rubbing my prostate, while I felt the head of my erection hit the back of his throat…and he held me there, humming. I cried out as my orgasm hit me like a freight train.

“Gah, where is your gag reflex?” I asked as my heart calmed.

“I’m just good at not choking.”

I laughed. “That felt…so good…”

“The best is yet to come.”

I smiled. “I thought I just did.” His eyes widened and he laughed out loud.

“That you did.” His face sobered. “Are you ready?”

I smiled wider and nodded. “Yes.” I picked up the lube from where he had set it on the bed and spread a generous amount on his erection. “Please.” He leaned over and kissed me as he pressed the head of his erection into me. Slowly, he inched inside.

“Stop me,” he whispered, thrusting the rest of the way in.

“Jasper!” I cried out in ecstasy. It didn’t hurt, like I thought it would; he had stretched me enough so it wouldn’t.

“I’m sorry,” he sobbed, obviously misinterpreting my cry. I grabbed him around the waist with my legs just after I caught sight of his anguished eyes.

“Don’t you dare go anywhere.” I kissed him soundly. “It didn’t hurt. I was just surprised.” I saw the disbelief written on his face, but he didn’t move. I pushed my hips against him, desperate for him to move; I was already hard again. “I swear, I’m not hurt.” He made a tentative thrust forward. I gasped. “Again,” I commanded, much as he had commanded me earlier. He listened, making a stronger thrust. When I didn’t stop him, he started a steady pace. It felt fantastic, being connected to him in such an intimate way. My emotions were in turmoil, but not a bad one. I felt happiness, love, lust, pleasure, and healing.

Jasper was panting into my shoulder as he thrust carefully into my body. My erection was trapped between us with every thrust. As gentle as his thrusts were, they still hit my prostate every time. I began to move my hips in tandem with his. I felt my climax steadily build, stronger than the last.

“Jasper…” I whimpered. “I’m so close…”

“Me, too, love,” he grunted. I moaned as his pace increased ever so slightly. His cold body seemed to be warming next to mine. “You’re so tight…so hot… Fuck.” I felt myself twitch with the arousal his talking sparked.

“I love it when you talk like that.”

“So close…so warm… I can’t…last…” He groaned. “I’m gonna come.” He brushed my prostate again and I came with a shout. He shuddered above me. I felt a coolness spread inside me, prolonging the shockwaves of my orgasm. I was covered in sweat, but Jasper’s body was surprisingly dry.

He pulled from me gently, causing an emptiness I didn’t like, and stepped into the bathroom. When he came back, he began washing me down with a warm, wet cloth. I sighed in contentment as he gently washed away the sweat and my release from my skin.

I curled into Jasper’s side after he had returned to the bed. He pulled the sheet up to cover us both.

“What time is it?” I mumbled.

“Um…8:07.”

“What time did we get home?”

“I’m glad you consider our house your home.”

“Anywhere you are is my home.” He kissed the top of my head. “So…what time?”

“Around 5:30. Why?”

“We’ve been at it for a while…” He chuckled.

“Yes, we have.”

“So I’m guessing it’s safe to assume the others are back by now.”

“Yes. Is that a problem?”

“Do you think they heard us?”

“Well, yeah, since we’re v—” He stopped talking.

“Was I that loud?” I whispered.

“It’s all right. They’re happy for us.” I remembered what he had told me Saturday.

“Right, the empathy thing. You know, I had some other questions Saturday…”

“What is it?”

“Why do your eyes change color? I noticed once that they looked black, but they’re gold now.” I felt him tense.

“My eyes are just…expressive.”

“Ah. But there are times that…”

“What?”

“It sounds stupid…”

“You can trust me not to laugh.”

I sighed. “There are times that…that I’m not sure… I don’t know how to put it,” I admitted.

“Try.”

“Sometimes it seems like…none of your family…is quite human.” He was silent. “See? Told you it sounded stupid.”

“Why do you say that? The inhuman bit…”

“No one in this house seems to sleep.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I’ve gotten up in the middle of the night for water, and I couldn’t find anyone in the house. And you almost never wash sheets…” He was tapping the bed with his fingers. “Sorry. I’m probably just imagining things.”

“It’s all right. Sleep.” I nodded.

“I love you.” I closed my eyes and let myself succumb to the darkness of sleep. The last thing I thought before I was gone was…

He hadn’t answered me.

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