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Sanctuary
By : Dysnomia
Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Slash
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He’d been worried for a minute, unsure whether Edward would just continue to run, but his scent returned to their room. When he opened the door, Emmett found the older vampire pacing, striding the length of the room before spinning and coming back towards him. Edward didn’t even acknowledge his entrance, he was that deep in thought. “Edward.” He continued to be ignored, so he had to try again, with a little more volume. “Edward!”

He jerked to a stop, wild looking eyes fixing on him. “Sit down Edward. There’s something I want to talk to you about, and it’ll be easier if you aren’t attempting to wear a hole in the carpet.”

The seriousness of Emmett’s voice was what Edward listened to, sinking once more onto the bed. Emmett almost chickened out, staring into the hopeful, earnest face of his brother, but he gathered all his nerve before clearing his throat. “I don’t know what the best way to say this is going to be, so I’m just going to plough my way through it. All I ask is that you don’t say or do anything until I finish, because if I get interrupted I’m not sure I’ll be able to get started again.”

To be honest, Emmett fully expected to have Edward punch him when he got through with this. “So, there’s one more thing that I know should be able to help you keep your control around the human.” He chewed on his lower lip nervously, unsure how to start. “I thought about this as hard as I could, and there are no alternatives.”

Emmett made sure he was looking at Edward when he kept going. “We both know there’s one other vampire close to us that has constant control issues. And you know as well as I do what it is that helps him out when he’s feeling really off balance.”

Realization was starting to dawn in those honey eyes, along with shock and surprise, but so far nothing negative that Emmett could see, so he continued, spelling it out. “You know Alice helps Jasper. That she’s always dragging him off for sex whenever she sees something bad in Jasper’s future.” He ran a hand over his head, rubbing the short spikes at the back of his head. Another quick glance to check Edward’s mood, which hadn’t gone any further south, and Emmett waded into the whole point of this conversation.

“So I have a proposal for you, and I’m hoping you’re not going to hit me for it.” With one last deep breath, Emmett forced himself to keep talking. “I can help you like that. Like how Alice helps Jasper. With the whole sex to calm you thing.”

Emmett winced internally at how that ended up coming out, but the suggestion was out there now, everything else was up to Edward. Who, judging by the whole wide eyed, shell shocked expression, had not been expecting anything like that to have come out of his mouth. Edward was silent, not talking, not moving, not even breathing. He was completely frozen, and Emmett was going to reach out and touch him, but changed his mind before his hand did more then twitch at his side. Emmett frowned, apparently the idea of sleeping with him was horrible enough to have broken something in his brother’s head.

Emmett didn’t know it, but it was the exact opposite reason then what he thought for the state Edward was currently in. Edward would have believed he was hearing things, that his mind was simply supplying him with words that he wanted to hear, but he’d been watching. His eyes had been following as Emmett’s lips moved, and the words had matched the movements, so unless he was hallucinating, this was real.

Emmett really was offering himself as the solution to the problem, was really offering to give him half of what he’d been wanting for decades. He knew it was only half of what he’d been wanting, wasn’t naïve enough to believe that Emmett was offering to love him as well. At least as anything more then the brotherly love that had led him to make the proposal in the first place.

Could he let himself do this? What Emmett was suggesting worked well for Jasper, anytime he was too on edge Alice would drag him away for a bit and he’d come back under control of himself. He’d just wanted this for so long, had been alone for so long, and this was almost too good to be true. More and more lately, he’d been craving the touch of someone else’s hands, craving the closeness that sex could bring, wanted that connection with another person. And above anyone else, Emmett was the person Edward wanted to share those feelings with.

Really, Edward had known what his answer was going to be the moment Emmett had spoken those words. If he told Emmett no, guaranteed he would regret the choice someday, where as if he agreed, there was less of a chance to regret. Not to say he wasn’t probably going to get hurt once this came to an end, but Edward was willing to take a chance. Willing to try and use this to his advantage, and maybe, just maybe, get Emmett to fall in love with him as well.

Emmett had just opened his mouth to tell Edward to forget it, to ignore him for suggesting something so crazy, when he was beaten to it. “Okay.”

He was confused for a few seconds, his response from earlier thrown back at him, before he realized that Edward was agreeing with him. “Okay?”

“Yeah, we can try things your way, see if it helps me.”

“You’d really want to sleep with me?”

Edward laughed, “It’s not like you’re ugly Emmett.” Far from it in fact. “You make it sound like I’m the one doing you a favor by agreeing to this, not the other way around.”

Now that Emmett had been granted permission to touch, he couldn’t help it, he had to reach out to Edward. Edward didn’t move as his hand grazed his cheekbone, brushing the backs of his fingers against that marble white skin. His hand trailed through bronze spikes at the side of his head before shifting to cup Edward's face in his palm. Edward’s lack of reaction was starting to worry Emmett, but finally his eyes slid closed, face tilting to press his cheek more firmly onto Emmett's hand. His lips had parted slightly when he’d moved, Emmett’s eyes had zeroed in on the slight change. He couldn’t resist, it was just too tempting. He swept his thumb over that full bottom lip before leaning down to steal his first kiss.

Edward reacted with surprising enthusiasm, lips pressing back harder, his hands coming up to twist in Emmett’s t-shirt, bunching the material in his fists. Emmett took his parted lips as an invitation, tongue slipping inside to tangle with Edwards. Arousal hit Emmett then, the taste of his brother in his mouth enough to make him hard. Emmett took control of the kiss, a small thrill going through him as Edward submitted willingly, instantly relaxing in his hold as Emmett's arms came up to surround him.

Edward was still having a hard time believing this was really happening. When Emmett had first touched him, he hadn’t wanted to move; afraid Emmett would come back to his senses and realize what he was doing. He couldn’t help himself though, he’d longed for Emmett’s touch for so long that he couldn’t remain still. He’d moved into the touch, relishing the feeling of Emmett’s large hand on him. The thumb running over his lip had startled him, the tenderness of the gesture was unexpected. His eyes had flown open again when Emmett kissed him. At that first press of lips against his, Edward let go of the last of his reservations, forgetting all his concerns, willing to lose himself in the experience.

Emmett’s hands didn’t stay put once he had them wrapped around Edward. They wandered across his back, tracing along muscles in his shoulders, skimming down his sides, pressing lightly against the small of his back. Impatient, the brunette tugged at the hem of Edward’s long sleeved shirt, pushing it up to expose a flat, pale expanse of skin. Edward shivered as long fingers brushed across his stomach, circling his belly button before toying with the sparse hairs leading in a trail downwards. He refused to relinquish his brother’s lips long enough to completely pull off the shirt. He growled into the kiss, grabbing hold of the shirt before simply ripping it off, the fabric not standing a chance against his strength.

He yanked the tattered pieces off Edward's arms, his hands following the path the shirt went, stroking over smooth flesh, which trembled under his touch. Tossing the remains of the shirt onto the floor, Emmett's hands found their places on Edward's arms again. Starting from deceptively fragile feeling wrists, he slid his hands up, over lightly muscled but still thin biceps, fingers fanning out once he made it to narrow shoulders. Emmett growled again, the deep rumble loud in the otherwise quiet of the room.

Apparently his growl had a rather strong effect on Edward. The other man shuddered at the sound, a moan slipping out of his mouth. A moan that sounded just obscene in that velvety tone. Still resting his hands on Edward’s shoulders, he pushed, not letting up until the older vampire fell back on top of the mattress, his legs still hanging off the edge. Emmett finally allowed their lips to separate, not following Edward down. He jerked his head in the direction of the head board. “Move up, I want you on the bed properly.”

Edward stared at him with eyes that had darkened, but with a different type of hunger then Emmett was used to seeing. He pushed himself up the mattress, drawing his legs up onto the bed, at the same time kicking off his shoes. He leaned against the pillows, which propped him up enough to show off his now bared torso. Emmett swallowed, eyes eagerly taking in the sight before him. He was confused when he saw the uncertainty cross Edward’s face. He looked self conscious, an expression that had no right to belong on his beautiful brother’s face. “What…?” He’d started to ask what was wrong but stopped himself instead, not sure if Edward was going to want to share what was going on inside his head.

Edward chewed at his bottom lip, and the action distracted Emmett briefly before he started talking, and it took all of Emmett’s concentration to follow the words. “I’m not, I mean…I wasn’t exactly healthy when Carlisle turned me…I know I’m kind of scrawny.”

Climbing up onto the bed, Emmett straddled the smaller man, hands going to hold onto a thin waist. He leaned down to give Edward a reassuring kiss, before pulling back, shaking his head slightly. “That’s something I actually like about you Edward, the fact that you’re smaller. There’s nothing wrong with the way you look.” Noticing the argument Edward was about to give, Emmett cut him off. “And I can promise you I’m not just saying this to make you feel better.”

He ran his heated gaze over the slight frame beneath him, hands tightening their grip. “I definitely like what I’m looking at.” The disbelief was still warring with acceptance, so Emmett sighed. “What do I need to say to get you to believe me? What words do you need to hear?”

Hands skimmed up Edward’s side, trailing over just visible ribs, moving up to come to rest on his chest, fingers stopping to gently roll flat brown nipples between thumb and forefinger. Edward hissed softly, arching up into the touch. “Stunning. Beautiful. Perfect. Take your pick Edward, all of them describe you, and I mean every one of them as well.”

It was Edward whose lips found his this time, and Emmett took it as a good sign that he was taking the lead, that maybe his words had actually gotten through to his stubborn brother. There was a feeling of desperation in Edward’s kiss though, in the hands that scrabbled against his back, pulling at his t-shirt, trying to get if off. Edward’s hips thrust upwards, looking for friction, the hard bulge in his jeans pressing against Emmett’s hip. Emmett pulled back far enough to separate himself from those searching lips, one hand shifting to push Edward’s body firmly into the mattress. As soon as their lips were no longer touching, Edward whimpered low in his throat, it was almost a whine.

“Whoa, slow down there Edward. We’ve got all the time we want to do this, so take it easy baby.” The term of endearment slipping from his mouth before he realized he was doing it, it sounded too natural to refer to Edward that way. Emmett took pleasure in the knowledge that for tonight at least, he could get away with it.

Edward’s breaths were coming fast, nearly panting, and he realized he was moving too fast even before Emmett had told him. But Emmett’s touch had made him hard, his erection pushing against the restricting denim, it was driving him crazy, he wanted more. His cock had twitched when Emmett called him baby, even as his heart seemed to swell at the endearment. He didn’t care how desperate he looked, he needed Emmett right now, couldn’t wait any longer, and was willing to beg for it. “Please Emmett. I want you to touch me, I need you. Please.”

Emmett growled at the pleading whine in Edward’s voice, already knowing he was going to give in, that he could deny Edward nothing. He whispered his reply into Edward’s collarbone as he bent to kiss and nip at the defined ridge of bone. “Anything. Anything for you.”

Wanting to give his brother what he was willing to beg for, Emmett sped up his plans, reaching for Edward’s belt with one hand, the other cupping his erection, squeezing slightly. Edward moaned again, and the sound of it shot straight to Emmett’s cock, he could definitely get used to hearing that. Large but deft fingers got the belt undone, slipping it free from the belt loops. He briefly entertained the idea of using the stiff leather to bind Edward’s hands, even if it wouldn’t hold him. He discarded the idea for now, hopefully it was something he could bring up for another time. He tossed the belt behind him, quickly undoing the jeans before tugging them off slim hips, sliding his hand under the waistband of his boxers as well. Edward lifted up so he could slip them off easier, leaving all of the smaller man bared to look at.

Edward swallowed as Emmett tossed the rest of his clothing haphazardly over his shoulder, not caring where they landed, even going so far as to reach behind him to remove Edward’s socks. Emmett’s eyes raked over his exposed body, and he felt another wave of self consciousness before remembering the brunette’s words from earlier and calming down, realizing that for whatever reason, Emmett did find him attractive. Besides, the sheer amount of lust he could read in his brother’s eyes eliminated any insecurities, not to mention he could feel Emmett’s hard length pressed against him.

His breath hitched as Emmett ran a finger along his erection, almost cautiously touching him, even as his lips continued to map out his chest. Emmett licked a trail up his throat, sucking at the exact place his pulse would be beating wildly had he been human still. A strangled, “Emmett please.” left his lips as he continued to only tease him, the hand playing with him continuing with only the lightest of barely there strokes, nothing firm enough to ease the ache throbbing between his legs.

Emmett chuckled into soft skin, amused by how impatient Edward was, how much he wanted him. In a swift movement, Emmett slid down Edward’s body, at the same time taking a good grip on his cock, stroking firmly from root to tip, hand slipping easily along its path, aided by the precome already leaking from the tip. Edward’s head tilted back, thumping against the headboard, mouth falling open with a whimper. His brother’s scent was surrounding Emmett, the heady smell of his arousal making him harder then he thought possible, making him dizzy with lust.

With a wicked grin, he wondered what other sounds he could manage to wrench from Edward’s throat. Without warning he closed his mouth over his length, swallowing him down as far as he could manage. Which, admittedly, might not have been the best, he wasn’t exactly used to doing this. Usually he was the one receiving the blow job, not the one giving one. Emmett had never bothered sucking off very many of the other guys he’d ever been with, had never wanted to. But with Edward it was different, he wanted to hold nothing back, wanted Edward to feel good more then he wanted his own pleasure.

A keening moan left Edward as Emmett’s lips wrapped around him. This wasn’t something that he’d been expecting, it didn’t seem like something his macho brother would do. A slick tongue ran along the underside of his shaft, tracing upwards in a random pattern to swirl around the head, collecting the wetness at the end. When Emmett started sucking in earnest, Edward forced his neck to obey him, gaining enough control to open eyes he hadn’t realized were shut and look down at Emmett. His hips jerked at the sight of his larger brother nestled between his thighs, the sight of his dick disappearing into that sarcastic mouth.

Emmett was staring at him as well, eyes focused on his pleasure twisted features. When he realized Edward was watching him he upped the ante a bit. He started bobbing his head up and down. Dragging his mouth up to circle just the head, he paused for a moment, letting Edward take in the sight of his length glistening with spit, before slowly lowering himself back down, inch by inch, until his nose was buried in coarse hair. He sucked hard, ignoring the odd feeling of Edward sliding deep into his throat, swallowing to tighten his muscles around him. Edward gave a choked off cry, hips bucking, trying to force himself deeper, even if that was physically impossible.

When Emmett pulled back until he was only sucking the tip, tongue wrapping around the crown, Edward whined, thrusting his hips upwards, trying to bury himself back into that warm, wet mouth. Emmett gripped his brother’s pale thighs, holding him down to the mattress, not wanting Edward to have control of the pace or depth at which he worked. Edward tried futilely to push upwards, but Emmett was stronger, able to keep him in place with little effort. Once Edward seemed to realize that nothing further was going to happen until he stopped moving, he settled down, going still under Emmett’s hands.

With one hand still pinning Edward down, the other moved to take hold of the base of Edward’s shaft, gripping firmly, slowly drawing his hand up, and rubbing his thumb along the ridge of the head, before stoking back down. He lowered his mouth again, taking him in about halfway, his hand wrapping around the remainder of his cock. He sucked hard, hollowing his cheeks to increase the suction. Edward was trembling under him, breath escaping in harsh little pants. Hands that had been balled into fists came up to grab at Emmett, fingers sliding and flexing over his skull, letting out a frustrated groan when he couldn’t grab hold of the just a little too short hair covering Emmett’s head. He settled for keeping his hands resting lightly on the brunette’s scalp, rubbing over the short fuzz.

Emmett started stroking in addition to sucking, his hand sliding slickly in a slow teasing rhythm along satin flesh. Edward’s whole body was tingling, the pleasure coiling tighter in his belly, ready to let go at anytime. Edward had learned his lesson, knowing better then to move this time, although his hips were still unconsciously moving in tiny little circles. Emmett’s hand picked up speed, stroking faster, harder, until he could feel Edward shuddering beneath him.

He licked around the tip at every upwards pull of his lips, tongue swirling around, lapping up the precome leaking copiously. Edward tasted even better then he smelled, the intoxicating flavor making him want even more, wanting to taste all that Edward had to give. He sped up his rhythm even more, head bobbing faster, tongue pressing firmly along the underside with every upwards motion. The hand that had been holding Edward down released him, sliding across the soft skin of his inner thigh to trail over to even softer balls, sprinkled with downy fine hairs. Emmett cupped them easily in a hand, massaging lightly, rolling them around in his palm.

Edward’s gasps and moans had been changed into broken sounds, speech reduced to babble, no longer able to form coherent sentences. His body felt like it was on fire, the heat originating from every touch of Emmett’s mouth, his hands, and the body that was pressed against his legs. “Oh God…so good…so...Emmett…p-please.”

Edward’s fingers were clutching at Emmett’s skull, digging in with a grip hard enough that had he been human Edward would have crushed the bone. As it was, the hold was just shy of causing him pain, a dull ache radiating from where each finger tip was pressing in. Edward was teetering on the edge, close to exploding. It wasn’t going to take a lot more for him to lose it. The hand cradling his balls moved further back, pressing his knuckle hard against the patch of skin there, at the same time twisting his wrist and giving one last hard suck, and that was all it took. Edward’s cock twitched, bumping against Emmett’s teeth, before he shot his load. Emmett made sure his lips were sealed around the hard flesh, not wanting to lose a single drop of fluid. His hand continued to stroke, pumping him to get all he possibly could. Emmett swallowed, the taste of bitterness, salt, and something just undeniably Edward flooding his mouth.

Emmett was watching his brother, his stomach giving a jolt at the look that crossed his face the moment he came. He was absolutely gorgeous, features lax, mouth hanging open, eyes squeezed tightly shut. He’d thrown his head back, hitting the wood with enough force that Emmett heard a crack. His new position left his neck exposed, Emmett’s eyes greedily took in the long line of that pale throat. His whole body had tensed with his release, muscles tightening, the tendons in his neck straining.

Edward was panting harshly, the need to catch his breath after such an orgasm was instinctual, even if it was unnecessary. He sagged against the mattress, more relaxed then he could remember being in a very long time. Emmett’s hands had let him go, but the other vampire was still licking him clean, removing every last trace of his seed. He finally let Edward slip out of his mouth, placing one last kiss on the softening shaft, then scattering small pecks along his thighs and stomach just below his belly button.

Crawling back up Edward’s body, Emmett kissed up a pale throat, before slanting his mouth over the other’s, claiming his lips in a crushing kiss. Edward could taste himself on Emmett’s tongue, and it sent another spark of arousal shooting through his stomach to his cock, which was already starting to stir again in renewed interest. Edward rolled the two of them over, so that Edward was now on top, although he knew Emmett allowed the move, he’d never been a match for his brother when it came to physical strength.

His hands moved to Emmett’s groin, undoing the button before unzipping the fly of his jeans. Emmett watched as Edward went to slide down his larger frame, obviously about to reciprocate the favor he’d just received. Large hands shot out, grabbing onto Edward’s shoulders, holding him in place. Startled golden eyes looked up at him, lips parted and wet from their kisses. Emmett just barely managed to hold back a groan at the sight the other vampire made. He licked his lips once before forcing himself to say the words he felt obligated to get out in the open. “Edward. You don’t have to do anything. This was just for you, to help you. I don’t expect anything in return if you don’t want to.”

Edward looked up at Emmett, golden eyes staring at him intently. “But what if this is what I want to do? Unless…” He hesitated for a moment, and Emmett could see the insecurity swirling in his eyes before it was pushed away. “Unless you’d rather fuck me?”

Emmett wasn’t able to hold back the moan that wanted to slip out at the visual Edward’s question gave him. As an answer, Emmett tightened his hold even more on Edward’s body, before rolling them back over, pressing the smaller frame of his brother into the mattress. The 'Are you sure', was on the tip of his tongue but he bit back the urge to ask, not wanting to give Edward a chance to change his mind. Instead of questioning him, Emmett leaned down to catch those tempting lips in another kiss.

Emmett decided his pants had stayed on long enough, there was no way he was going to stay clothed when he could be pressed up naked against all off that beautiful skin. Besides, the pleasant tingle in his groin had grown, and was now an almost painful ache. Edward had succeeded in getting his jeans undone, and he never bothered with a belt, so it didn’t take much effort at all to wiggle out of the denim, boxers following shortly after. He sighed at the relief from the pressure against his cock. He’d managed to get the rest of his clothes off without having to do much more then shift his position on top of Edward a bit. He was still straddling his brother’s thighs, and he rocked forward, grinding his stiff member against Edward’s already stirring crotch.

He growled at the sparks that shot through his system at the contact. Emmett actually shivered when he caught the look on Edward’s face. Those honey gold eyes were darkened, the sheer amount of lust and pure want shining in their depths was frightening. Emmett was starting to get a little suspicious, that maybe this wasn’t a spur of the moment decision on Edward’s part to sleep with him. However, that was the extent his arousal fogged brain would take the thought. His own need was about to take over, demanding he do something about the erection that was straining for attention.

Edward was having trouble thinking straight, his mind was overloaded by both a post orgasmic haze and the sight of Emmett’s exposed body. Over the decades it was almost a given that he would have seen his brother naked, but never like this. Never this close, for this long, and never before when Emmett was hard. Usually all he’d see were quick glances from just out of the shower. Now Edward was close enough to touch, to watch as every shift of Emmett’s limbs outlined solid muscle, how the way Emmett was sitting on him left his flesh tingling where they were touching. His gaze strayed, inevitably, to the heavy member swaying between Emmett’s legs. He swallowed the short moan of anticipation that wanted to pass his lips. Emmett was definitely large everywhere, Edward was going to enjoy having Emmett inside him, hopefully in a few short minutes.

The blow job must have sucked out his brain as well, because Edward was slow to realize that his hands should be touching the same places his eyes were wandering, that they shouldn’t just be laying limp at his sides. He stretched out a trembling hand, fingers nudging against ridged flesh, testing out the feel before curling around satin covered steel with more confidence then he actually felt.

Edward wasn’t about to admit to Emmett that he’s never touched another man before. He wanted to keep some of his dignity at least, and letting slip that he was pretty much a hundred year old virgin wouldn’t help with that. Edward figured though, that he should be able to get through this with a minimal amount of blunders. He knew how he liked to touch himself, much of that probably applied to Emmett as well. Jerking off was something Edward definitely knew a lot about. Plus, when it came down to the actual sex, it was Emmett who would be doing the majority of the hard work, Edward knew that the main point he’d have to concentrate on was relaxing.

Emmett’s breath hissed out from between his teeth at the first stroke of Edward’s hand, at the feel of a palm smaller then his own touching him. All of Edward was so much different from his own frame. He was slim and lean, only lightly muscled, he was all sharp angles from skin stretched tight over jutting bones. He couldn’t however, be mistaken for a girl, he might look more fragile than a lot of guys, but his build was still masculine.

Edward was getting used to the feeling of someone else’s dick in his hand. It was different then what he was used to, Emmett was both thicker and longer then he was, but even the skin felt different. Emmett’s skin seemed thicker to him, the veins more pronounced. His hand slid up and down with sure movements, watching as Emmett’s back arched, hands clenching tighter on Edward’s waist. He was almost disappointed that Emmett’s fingers wouldn’t leave behind any marks, he would have worn the bruises with pride.

Reluctantly, Emmett grabbed Edward’s wrist, stopping his movements. Not that he really wanted to, but this wasn’t going to last long if he continued to let Edward touch him. Instead, he pushed that talented hand down onto the bed with one hand before doing the same to the opposite hand. “I don’t want you to move, okay? If you take your hands off the mattress, I’ll stop what I’m doing. You got it?”

Edward nodded, hands curling into fists in the sheets, as a mental reminder of the order he’d been given. He smirked though, unable to resist a chance to poke at Emmett’s patience. “But you’re not doing anything yet.”

Emmett growled lightly, moving to get off the bed. He caught the flash of panic in Edward’s eyes, and was quick to reassure him. He leaned down for a hard kiss, nibbling on his bottom lip. “Trust me, I’ll definitely be doing something soon. Just you wait. I’ll have you begging shortly.”

He crossed the rug to his own bed, grabbing his bag and dragging it closer to the edge, all the while giving Edward a very good view of his muscular body. Defined back, wide shoulders, a thick neck, and as Edward’s gaze swept lower, his breathing sped up. Strong legs led to powerful thighs, and Edward’s brain stuttered to a halt looking at Emmett’s ass. His fingers itched to touch the pale skin, find out if those shapely globes were as firm as they appeared. Emmett got the bag open while Edward had been distracted, and was now digging around in there, obviously searching for something. He was muttering under his breath, sounded annoyed. “C’mon, I know I put it in here. I wouldn’t have left the house without it. Damn thing is too small.”

A few more moments of rooting around in the bottom proved successful, his hand closing around what he wanted. “Got you.”

Edward didn’t know what he’d been looking for until his brother turned around, a smile on his face, small bottle held triumphantly in one hand. Edward recognized the bottle right away, red cap and purple sticker plastered on a clear, curved plastic bottle. He didn’t return Emmett’s smile, could only blink at him stupidly. While appreciative of the fact that they now had this, Edward could think of only one thing to say. “Emmett. You brought lube with you.” His voice was flat, unimpressed. “Why?”

Emmett froze, smile slipping slightly but not completely disappearing. He wasn’t sure if being honest here was going to be a deal breaker. He’d brought it hoping this exact situation was going to occur, but he didn’t want to make it sound like he’d planned this all along. So he settled for a half truth, an answer he knew would satisfy Edward’s curiosity. “It’s always in my bag with me when I go away.” He shrugged, trying to stay cool. “Never know when it’s going to come in handy. Either when I’m lonely, or I find a pretty little thing that catches my interest.”

He waggled his eyebrows, trying to dispel the sudden tension in the room. It worked, Edward laughed, shaking his head. “Please don’t do that. It makes you look ridiculous.” Edward refused to think about how the thought of Emmett with anyone else stung. He had to focus on the fact that Emmett was here with him right now, that he was the one making his brother hard, that it was Edward’s body he wanted, not some random stranger.

Emmett was back on the bed in moments, but instead of straddling Edward this time, he pushed those long legs apart, settling himself in between. He left the bottle sitting next to him on the blanket, his hands running up Edward’s legs. Fingertips caressed the man under him, trying to learn every inch that he could. As his fingers traveled higher, skirting just along the edge of his groin, Edward spread his legs further, letting them fall wide open. The change in his position left him fully exposed to Emmett’s eyes, hiding nothing from him.

Edward’s throat was working, trying to figure out how to tell Emmett to just get on with it already. He didn’t trust his voice with so many words. To himself at least, Edward would admit that he was scared. It was one thing to have access to porn and books, but reading about and watching sex was one thing. Physically going through with this was something different all together. His shaking, tremulous voice would give him away, so Edward settled for a simple one word plea, throwing all his pent up need behind it. “Please!”

The wanton, strangled word almost sent Emmett over the edge of his control. One hand groped for the bottle, grasping it and flipping the cap open one handed. He poured the liquid over his other hand, coating his fingers thoroughly. Despite Edward’s obvious attempt to cover up his unease, Emmett could still see a sliver of fear reflected in his brother’s eyes. He leaned down to capture his lips in a kiss, needing to get Edward as relaxed as possible before he tried anything. He coaxed Edward’s mouth open, tongue flicking against sharp teeth, running along the roof of his mouth before finally tangling with the other, dominating the kiss, yet still managing to be gentle.

Once he felt the last of Edward’s nervous tension drain, felt him slump fully back, only then did Emmett move. One slick finger reached between his legs, circling the opening there, but not pushing in yet. Emmett’s other hand started rubbing soothing patterns into Edward’s hip, trying to keep him relaxed. Edward realized what he was doing, that he was being careful with him, almost wary of his reactions. “Do it now Emmett, I’m not going to get any more relaxed for this. I trust you.”

That was all Emmett needed to be reassured that he was doing the right thing. He slid a finger past that tight ring of muscle with relative ease. But then, the first finger was always the easiest. Edward had gasped as he was first breached, and it wasn’t what he’d been expecting. It didn’t hurt, it could barely be considered uncomfortable, but it was an odd feeling. Not bad exactly, but different, not seeing the appeal to this yet. Emmett wiggled his finger deeper, searching, wanting Edward to experience how good this could be. He knew he found the bundle of nerves when Edward’s hips bucked, a short cry wrenched from his throat.

While he was still riding the spike of pleasure, Emmett slipped in another finger. Edward let out a grunt, with two fingers now it really was starting to burn a little. He didn’t care though, all he wanted was for Emmett to hit that spot inside him again. Emmett’s fingers kept moving, pumping in and out, stretching muscles that tried to protest being loosened. He scissored his fingers, making sure he brushed Edward’s prostate to counter balance any pain he might be feeling. Emmett knew that technically, it would take a lot to hurt the other man, that the stretching wasn’t really needed, that lube would have been enough on its own. But if it was, as he suspected, Edward’s first time, it wouldn’t be a good idea to be too rough to start off with. Emmett would do this properly, even if all he wanted to do was bury himself in his brother.

By the time he added a third digit, Edward was still incredibly tight, inner walls squeezing snug around his fingers. The smaller vampire wasn’t however, in any discomfort. He was moaning shamelessly now, pushing down every time Emmett pulled his fingers back, trying to impale himself. The sounds he was making had Emmett half crazed; his canting hips searching for the right angle had left the brunette rock hard. He could almost swear his cock had never been so stiff in his life, his erection was actually painful at this point. He pulled his fingers free, amused by the whimper Edward let out, how his body searched for the fingers that had been filling him seconds ago.

“Shh…it’ll be okay, give me a minute and you’ll have something better then my fingers inside you.”

Edward had a hard time believing anything could make him feel better then he did before Emmett had pulled away. He whimpered again, and only the fact that he remembered Emmett’s earlier order stopped him from trying to fuck himself on his own hand. He watched through heavy lidded eyes as Emmett shifted on the bed, hooking his hands under Edward’s knees, pushing his legs up and back, opening him even further, getting into a better position. Emmett braced himself on one hand, resting it next to Edward’s head. He was on his knees, Edward’s legs spread on either side of his body.

Seeing how badly Edward needed this, Emmett didn’t bother lubing up his cock with anything more then the leftover from his hand. It would be enough, he’d taken enough time in preparing him. Emmett moved quickly as he slicked himself, his aching cock was sensitive to the touch, and he didn’t want to waste any pleasure using his own hand. He lined himself up with Edward’s stretched hole, but didn’t go any further yet.

Edward bit his lip when he felt the blunt tip of Emmett’s member resting against his ass. That definitely felt bigger then a couple of fingers. Remembering how large Emmett had looked, had felt when he’d held him in his hand, Edward nervously twisted his hands in the blanket, body tensing slightly. Which he knew was a bad idea, that tensing now would only make things worse, he knew he needed to relax. If only his body would agree with what his mind already knew.

He tried to relax as much as he could, but his body refused to listen, he couldn’t relax muscles that had tightened in nervous anticipation. Emmett must have noticed his unease, as he’d started rubbing soothing circles on his hip with a thumb, before bending down. Lips kissed and nipped their way up Edward’s neck to his ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth before biting down. His brother gasped at the slight pain, moaning in the next moment as Emmett’s tongue licked across the bite in apology. Butterfly soft kisses trailed along Edward’s jaw until they reached his chin. A quick lick along the cleft before Emmett’s lips moved up, planting a kiss on the corner of Edward’s mouth.

Edward turned his head to meet the brunette’s lips with his own, mouth opening immediately, submitting willingly to Emmett’s lead. He lost himself in the feel of lips pressing against his, the slickness of a tongue tangling with his own, the taste of Emmett as well as a trace of himself as well. Edward didn’t know it, but the kisses were all part of Emmett’s diversionary tactics, his plan to get his brother completely relaxed and get his mind off what was about to happen. He felt it when Edward’s muscles finally loosened again, the tension leaving his body. Without breaking the kiss, his thumb still rubbing comforting circles, Emmett pressed his hips forward, the slick tip of his cock starting to push inside.

Even though he’d prepared him beforehand, Edward was still impossibly tight, his opening putting up a good amount of resistance. Emmett knew though, that once he’d gotten past that first ring of muscle, it would be easier to move. The head of his cock finally slipped inside, that tight channel gripping him like a vise. Edward’s breath left him in a rush, attempting to adjust to the intrusion. Emmett pushed in a little further, sinking in an inch or so before Edward’s body went taut under him, a grimace flitting across his face. One of Edward’s hands unclenched its hold on the blanket, coming up to clutch at the arm Emmett had positioned next to his head. Fingers dug into Emmett’s bicep, letting out a few shaky breaths before speaking up. “Just do it Emmett. All at once, quickly. Slow is only making it worse for me.”

“What? But I don’t want to hurt you. You don’t know what you’re asking for.” Edward’s demand was tempting, but he didn’t want to cause his brother pain.

Edward would have tried to impale himself if Emmett was going to hesitate, but with his legs pushed up to his chest the way they were he couldn’t get the leverage. Everything depended on Emmett, and whether Edward could convince the brunette to go faster. Pitching his voice as husky and seductive as he could manage, Edward tried again. “Please Emmett, I need to feel you, need to have you inside me. Now. No more waiting. Please.”

Emmett nodded reluctantly, unable to deny the other man anything for long. The hand that had been on Edward’s thigh shifted, moving to take hold of Edward’s shoulder, keeping him in place. “If you’re sure then.”

He waited for Edward’s answering nod before moving. He snapped his hips forward in one swift motion, burying himself to the hilt. Edward gasped, teeth gritted against the burn that tore through him. Emmett moaned as he rammed himself home, the flesh gripping his length was tight enough to almost be too much, was so tight that Emmett didn’t think he’d even be able to move yet if he wanted to.

Despite the burning sensation shooting up his spine, Edward couldn’t bring himself to regret his decision. Already the discomfort was fading, and there never had been any actual pain. What was left over was worth it in his opinion. The feeling of Emmett filling him was amazing, he felt so full, so right, it felt like this was where Emmett belonged. His breath huffed in and out in quick pants. He wiggled his hips, trying to shift his position, but stilled when he heard Emmett hiss out a strangled. “Don’t move!”

When Edward had moved, he’d managed to actually push Emmett even deeper inside, something the brunette hadn’t thought possible. His brother felt too good, he had to try and get control over his arousal, or this wasn’t going to last very long. He closed his eyes, blocking out the beautiful sight Edward made, the sight of their joined bodies was overwhelming. Emmett took a few deep breaths, calming himself. Edward’s next plea destroyed all the progress he’d made, shredded the last of his tenuous control into tatters. “Emmett move, please. I need to feel you.”

Emmett growled, pure instinct driving him now, the need to move, to take, to own, overpowering his rational mind. He jerked his hips back, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in. Edward’s choked off cry didn’t even make him pause, a corner of his mind realizing there was no pain in the sound. His thrusts were brutal, sharp movements that didn’t give Edward any time to adjust before he moved again. “Oh God…Emmett…harder.”

Emmett changed the angle of his thrusts, making sure his cock brushed Edward’s prostate on every push and pull. Edward shouldn’t be capable of words at this point, should be incoherent, reduced to grunts and moans. He obliged his brother’s plea for harder, his hips pumping in an almost violent rhythm. He swallowed Edward’s cries and moans in a kiss, their lips mashed together, Emmett’s teeth biting into Edward’s lower lip.

Edward was dizzy with pleasure, the slide of Emmett’s cock in and out of him bringing him to new heights with every thrust. Heat was pooling low in his belly; his own dick was hard again, arching up against his stomach. The hand that had been holding Edward’s shoulder moved, drifting down to rub at Edward’s chest, rolling and tweaking the stiff bud of his nipple between his fingers. Edward squirmed, not having known how sensitive his nipples were before this. Every touch was sending an electric shock down his spine. Between the pounding his prostate was getting, and the torturous touch to his chest, Emmett was probably going to make him come without actually being touched directly.

However, it didn’t look like he was going to be given the chance to find out. Emmett’s hand drifted further south, trailing over a flat stomach, just skimming wiry pubic hair. Edward groaned, frustrated now, wanting to feel Emmett’s hand wrapped around him. He tried to move his hips, bumping his erection into Emmett’s fingers. All his brother did though, was skirt his hand even farther away, so that Edward’s hips were only jerking up into the air, not getting any friction. “Emmett please!” His plaintive voice came out as a half sob.

Emmett pitied him, taking hold of Edward’s leaking shaft, pumping his fist counterpoint to his every thrust, so that Edward didn’t get any break at all from the pleasure spiking through him. Emmett gazed down at his brother, a burst of pride rushing through him as he took in the sight. Edward was writhering beneath him, moaning, gasping out nonsense words between each breath. He was both trying to move up into Emmett’s hand, and push down onto his cock at the same time, resulting in nothing more then his hips jerking in tiny, useless little circles. Emmett took pride in the knowledge that he was the one able to reduce Edward to this squirming, incoherent mess. That he was the one who had finally broken through Edward’s tightly wound control.

Emmett sped up his movements, hips snapping hard, their flash slapping together. Edward’s back arched, trying to push Emmett even deeper, hoping to somehow be able to feel this later on, even if he knew he wouldn’t be able to. Emmett could tell his brother was close to the edge, his body was tensing, muscles starting to go ridged. He wasn’t however, letting go completely, Emmett could tell that he was holding back, even though he didn’t know why.

Edward could feel his release coming, but he fought the need away, wanting to prolong this moment as long as possible. He didn’t want this to end, didn’t want to lose this new connection to his brother. It was stupid, Edward knew eventually this was going to end, they couldn’t possibly keep at it forever, but he’d enjoy it while it lasted. He snaked his arms around Emmett’s back, trying to pull him closer, be touching as much bare skin as he possibly could. He clung to him tightly, even if his hold was pressing their bodies too close for Emmett to be properly jerking him off now. His hand was instead trapped between them, rubbing in tandem with his thrusts, the head of Edward’s cock sliding along Emmett’s stomach, smearing a slick path along his abs.

Emmett was getting desperate, he needed Edward to come, and the sooner the better. He was about ready to explode himself, but he wanted to get his brother off first. Since nothing he was doing physically seemed to be enough, Emmett resorted to dirty tricks. Remembering the effect his voice and growl had on the other man earlier, Emmett went with that tactic. He growled low in his throat, lips pressed to Edward’s neck so he could feel the vibrations. A shudder ran through that lean frame, but it wasn’t quite enough yet. With the growl still underlining his words, Emmett gave him a command, hoping he would follow it. “Come on Edward, I want you to come for me, baby. Now.”

A keening moan escaped from between Edward’s tightly clenched teeth as his entire body went taut as a bowstring, release hitting him hard. His hips jerked in staccato, spurting his come onto both of their stomachs. The moan changed into a scream of pleasure as Emmett’s next thrust hit his prostate right on, no longer only brushing against it. Edward’s ass tightened around him, muscles fluttering from the strength of his orgasm.

Emmett stilled at the feeling, fully sheathed inside, enjoying the pulse of muscles clenching and releasing. Emmett was still milking his brother’s cock, not letting go until Edward hissed, his sensitive length twitching in discomfort. Edward was totally limp below him, a blissed out expression on his face, looking at peace. Emmett wasn’t finished with him yet though. He pushed Edward’s legs even farther back, grateful that his brother was so flexible, even as he filed that information away to use later on. With his knees pushed so far back they were nearly touching his shoulders, Edward’s ass was tilted even higher, and Emmett amazingly, impossibly, slid deeper inside his brother.

He jerked his hips at an even harsher pace, unrelenting, pounding into the tight hole which was still spasming slightly around him. Emmett could feel his release coming, his thrusts getting more erratic, losing his rhythm as he strove towards completion. He buried himself to the hilt in one more thrust, shouting Edward’s name as his orgasm hit, his seed spilling inside his lover, hips jerking with every spurt of his cock.

Emmett slumped down over Edward, laying on top of him, resting his entire weight on him. He nuzzled kisses just under Edward’s jaw, slow, wet ones, his body lazy now that he was spent. His cock was starting to soften, but still he didn’t pull out, not wanting to relinquish his brother’s body just yet. His hands followed every curve and line he could reach, roaming gently over flesh, memorizing the shape and feel, not sure if he’d get another chance. Everything rested on whether or not this plan worked on Edward’s control.

Edward had his eyes closed, soaking up the feel of Emmett laying on him, touching him, the slick feel of his come inside him. His eyelids fluttered at the sensation of gentle kisses along his jaw. His arms were still wrapped around Emmett’s broad back, hands clinging tightly. Slowly, he started to release his hold, hands sliding down, skimming over Emmett’s flank before falling back to his sides. He heard Emmett sigh the moment before he started to move, pulling away. Edward viciously stamped down his sudden urge to grab hold of Emmett again, to refuse to let go. He was stupid to think Emmett would waste time cuddling with him now, that wasn’t why they’d had sex. All the same, Edward couldn’t help the pain that slithered across his chest, fighting to keep himself still.

His eyes squeezed even tighter closed when Emmett’s softening cock finally slipped from his ass at his movements, leaving him feeling empty once again. Emmett rolled to the side, just barely managing to stretch his large frame out on the double bed. Now that they weren’t being held up anymore, Edward’s feet lowered back to the mattress, sliding down until his legs were laying flat again. Edward pushed himself up onto his elbows, trying to gauge the look on Emmett’s face. His brother though, resisted his every attempt to catch his eye, staring fixedly at a point on the wood paneling off to the left of the bed.

Edward couldn’t tell if Emmett was regretting what they’d just done. He hoped not, hoped he’d get another chance to do this, the sooner the better. He was starting to get nervous, unsure if he’d wrecked things between them. Before he could work himself into a full blown panic though, Emmett finally turned to look at him. His expression was unreadable, and Edward still couldn’t hear a single stray thought, they were still tightly locked away. His blank expression changed to a contemplative one. “I wonder if it worked?”

Edward frowned, he wasn’t sure what he’d been wanting Emmett to say, but he did know that those weren’t the first words he wanted to hear after his first time. “I guess there’s no other way to find out then to test it.”

Edward felt suddenly awkward around his brother, deciding he needed to get away for a bit, give himself time to clear his head, to try and convince his heart that what had just happened wasn’t real. “There’s no time like the present I guess.”

He moved off the bed, careful to avoid touching any part of Emmett, not sure if he’d be able to resist groping him. His face twisted at the slightly uncomfortable feeling of a combination of lube and semen forging a slimy trail down the inside of his thigh as soon as he stood upright. Edward made the short trip to the bathroom, grabbing a wash cloth from the rack, shooting a dirty look over his shoulder when he heard Emmett chuckle. He wiped Emmett’s come from between his legs, and his own off of his stomach. Emmett’s own abdomen was messy, and knowing his brother was too lazy to get up and clean himself off, Edward finished up and then threw the cloth at Emmett, where it smacked against his chest.

Edward dressed quickly, averting his eyes from the tempting sight the other man made, and Emmett seemed perfectly comfortable with his nakedness. Edward dug into his bag for a new shirt, slightly mourning the loss of his other shirt; he’d liked the way it had looked on him. He tugged on a plain black t-shirt, not bothering with anything fancier. Edward already had a hand on the door knob before risking a glance back at Emmett. He was still stretched out, one hand idly scratching at the already drying come on his belly. “You stay here, I’ll be back soon. I just hope this worked.”

Emmett waved him off with the hand that wasn’t scratching himself. “Yeah, you go ahead, I’m fine where I am.”

Before leaving, Edward had one more thing to say, a safety guarantee for his behavior around the larger man. “Could you try to have some clothes on when I get back?”

At Emmett’s raised eyebrow he continued. “Or at least be cleaned up and in a pair of boxers.”

Emmett laughed, a deep throaty chuckle that had Edward’s cock twitching vainly in his jeans. “We’ll see. I can’t make any promises. I’m kind of comfortable right now. Besides, it’s not like it’s something you’ve never seen, and now I can say that in an up close and personal kind of way.”

Edward rolling his eyes was the only response he gave as he twisted the door open before stepping through it and closing it behind him, not bothering with the lock. Edward leaned on the door once it clicked shut behind him, still trying to calm his excited breathing. His eyes slipped closed, reliving the last hour they had spent together, the best hour of Edward’s long life. He couldn’t stop the happy smile that spread across his face, the sheer joy that was bubbling up from his chest, threatening to overwhelm him. He had to force his relaxed, jelly like limbs to cooperate as he walked away from the motel, back towards the woods again.

This was going to be the moment of truth, the moment that determined whether he got to stay with his family or not. Edward wasn’t going to be picky about what he was hunting this time, he wasn’t going to bother going too deep into the forest. His nose twitched as he picked up a scent a couple of miles away. It was a deer, a doe from the lighter sound of her footfalls. That would do, the taste wasn’t the greatest but it was good enough for now.

He took off at a slow run, staying around human speed because the trees weren’t thick enough yet, didn’t offer enough cover. Edward gradually picked up speed, still nowhere close to his regular speed, but a comfortable pace that any human runner would envy. Unlike the bears, which had been too occupied to hear them coming, the deer was already wary. That and the fact that Edward wasn’t trying to cover the sound of his approach, feet crunching against the ground, leaves rustling and branches snapping in his wake.

Before he could catch her, she’d already taken off, darting deeper into the woods, hooves thudding across the ground. Edward started to give chase in earnest now, running at a pace just slightly slower then the deer, wanting to enjoy the hunt for a bit before going in for the kill.

Edward matched her move for move, following as she slipped between trees, jumping over fallen logs, doing everything she could to get away from him. It was all in vain though, her life was forfeit the moment he’d caught her scent on the wind. If he wanted, he could circle around her, come at her head on, and there would be nothing she could do to stop him. Finally he picked up the pace, gaining on her in mere seconds before coiling the muscles in his legs and springing forward. His hands latched onto her throat, easily avoiding the slim legs kicking in panic as he lifted the doe bodily off the ground.

Edward sunk his teeth into her neck, exhaling heavily through his nose as the blood filled his mouth. With more then a little bit of trepidation he allowed his eyes to flutter closed, losing himself in the taste, in the warmth that flooded his system as he swallowed. His ears tracked the beat of the deer’s heart as it went from thumping wildly in fear to steadily slowing, then finally stopping altogether. Edward dropped the deer once he was done, sated in a way he hadn’t been earlier, hadn’t allowed himself to be.

A triumphant grin crossed his face, laughter bubbling up and out of his throat. He’d done it, he’d managed to eat without having his thoughts about the human interfere. He’d been able to completely enjoy his meal, no extra stress, no guilt, no fear, just the pure enjoyment of the hunt and the kill accompanied him this time. Emmett’s plan had worked, his brother had been able to successfully control his blood lust, his sudden thirst for human blood. Edward’s celebrating was cut short when something occurred to him. Sure, Emmett had offered to help him, but for how long? Sex might have worked for the time being, for this particular instance, but what about the next time? What was going to happen once they were back in Forks, and Edward smelled that damn human again? Edward didn’t know if his brother was going to continue to offer himself up like that, if he was going to allow Edward to continue to use him like this. Because that’s what he was doing, there was no doubt about it, even though Emmett was getting laid as well, he was only doing this for Edward. If he couldn’t learn to control this on his own, and both they and Bella continued to live in Forks, this had the possibility to go on for years.

Frowning now, and in no particular hurry to get back to the motel anymore, Edward turned and started the five mile walk back. He had to figure out how to broach the subject with Emmett once he got back to their room. This wasn’t going to be the easiest thing to word, Edward was bound to stumble his way through that conversation. He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling the bronze spikes, a sigh gusting out of him. “This is going to be one awkward talk, I can tell that already.”

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