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AFFLICTION
A fanfic by
lordoberon
Chapter 2

Jacob's POV

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Jacob’s confidence was turned into surprise when the vampire leapt at him suddenly. The hair at the back of the werewolf’s neck rose, and it was only through strict practice that he didn’t phase right then and there. They rolled over the sand, and Jacob ended up beneath Jasper, the other boy’s hand pressed up against his chest.
“I am not simply something to use and then be done with, Jacob Black,” Jasper said. His breath was icy cold on Jacob’s face. “But I will agree to a little…” He seemed breathless, almost, and Jacob stared at the vampire as he simply sat there, still. Was he thirsty? Was this a side effect of whatever strange powers he had?
Jasper opened his eyes and stared Jacob down. A smirk twisted that mouth. “I know your every emotion, and I can control you,” Jasper whispered. “You would do well not to turn me against you.”
The anger rose within Jacob once more as a wash of heat that flushed his face and grit his teeth together. He didn’t like that tone! As if Jasper was lord over the entire world. He hated the idea that Jasper knew his every emotion. Could change his emotions! The only thing worse, to him, had been when he had hated Edward, and the fact that Edward could read his mind had been agonizing.
“You son of a –“
Jacob’s curse was broken off as Jasper kissed him. The kiss was slow, and hot, and wanting. At the same time, Jasper’s hands were on him, stroking his skin like flower petals. Cool fingertips caressed his skin, slithering up his neck and down, to grope at the muscles in his arms, and then travel ever so slowly down his torso, until they stopped, right above his belt.
Jacob could hear his own heart pounding in his ears. If this were Edward he would be pleading, he would be teasing, he would be forcing that hand to cup his arousal. But after Jasper’s words, he was reluctant to be so vulnerable and confident again. Jacob groaned in frustration, and pulled the vampire into another kiss.
His hands flew through the blonde curls of hair, angry and impatient; sliding down across the vampire’s back, tracing the lines of scars that were hundreds of years old. He could feel the vampire studying him with intensity, as that sweet, soft mouth licked him. Jasper’s tongue licked at the light stubble on his jaw, and then traveled around, down, to suck over and nibble at the skin of his ear. Somehow that simple touch had Jacob shaking, and a whimper of need bubbled from his throat. He gasped, trembling in remembrance, as cold lips whispered over his neck.
Edward. Why can’t this be Edward?
Sensing, somehow, the thread of sadness that twinged Jacob’s desire, Jasper changed. He became harsher, harder, pressing his teeth against Jacob’s neck so that he bled. But he let the blood go, the only sign of its affect on him, his sudden tight grip over Jacob’s hips. Then, smiling, Jasper’s hands travelled down, and finally stroked over the bulge of need in Jacob’s jeans.
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Jasper’s POV * * *
Jasper knew that this was madness. Having relations with a werewolf was even more an act of madness, even more a frenzy, than it had been at first to hold back his thirst for blood. That had been a thing of anger, of cold, silent calculation and numbness.
Being near Jacob was the exact opposite, a furious whirlwind that he was swept up in just by proximity. He knew that he wasn’t simply treating Jacob because of how strong Jacob’s lust affected him, though. Jasper knew, inside, that he wanted this.
He wanted madness. Madness was more desirable and appealing to Jasper, than Edward and Carlisle’s talk of souls and morality. He was tired of them and their rules, their constant control. It had been hard, a time ago, when the blood drinkers had come: Laurent and his company. In a dark space within Jasper’s mind, hidden even from Alice, part of him had said: Go with them. Forget these rigid rules. You worked with so many rules as a soldier, aren’t you tired of it now? Be free.
But then he remembered Alice. There was more than freedom in her eyes. There was love, a love so deep and pure and bright, like a rock of solid gold. Jasper couldn’t let it go. He couldn’t leave her. If her love was a rock of gold, than Jasper was a gold miner, frantically groping through river bed after river bed until the moment her eyes lit on him.
So he had stayed. Occasionally though, in moments alone, his inner spark of madness flared up. Jacob was a solid incarnation of that madness, it seemed, a boy made of fire and blood and flesh and animal fur, so incomprehensible. Jasper simultaneously wanted to understand him, and needed to stay away.
Edward and Carlisle were all about the needs of others. What about Jasper’s needs and wants? If he couldn’t give into the needs of his very self, his very material makeup, than at least he could give his body some other fulfillment.
Jacob’s lust was intoxicating. It was like a storm, surrounding Jasper. It had been sparkling and frazzling all around him before, but he hadn’t realized what it was. It was only earlier, on the cliff, and then on the beach, that Jasper had started to understand that the storm was a red storm of desire. It dripped off of Jacob in huge waves, heavy around Jasper. It made his muscles tense, as if he were about to jump after some bear or cougar. It made his mouth dry, as if he were thirsty for blood. Most of all it left Jasper’s body tingly all over.
When his mouth licked over Jacob’s skin, the lust within Jasper, that storm that was Jacob’s storm and now his, calmed. Instead he felt a shuddering drive to keep going, to complete this, to meet this all the way at the end. As he scraped his fingernails over the warm belly with its dark hair, as he stared at those glowing dark eyes, and let his mouth taste the boy’s hot skin, Jasper only wanted more, more.
As his tongue had gone over the boy’s neck, with no bad reaction of fear or anger, Jasper had known: Something happened between him and Edward. Something that wrought a great change in them both. What was it?
Now, that question faded to the back of his mind, as Jasper’s hand stroked down. His fingers could feel beneath the coarse material of Jacob’s jeans, the heat of the human’s desire. He had had sex before, years ago, as a human, and it had felt good. But that dim memory was nothing to this. This.
Jacob lay on the beach sand beneath him, fidgeting with impatience, writhing with his touches. His moans were loud on the air, his long-fingered, dark hands scraping the sand and scraping Jasper’s back. He wanted more and he wanted it now. Jasper liked to watch him wait, to see the madness in his eyes. It was delicious, to feel that heat beneath him, like no other Jasper had ever encountered. The heat was delicious, but so were the sounds the boy made, the wild sounds, and the smooth thick sensation of his flesh beneath Jasper.
With a smirk, Jasper cupped the boy’s arousal in his hands, and then wrapped his fingers around it. He thumbed open the button of Jacob’s jeans and pulled them, just a little, down past the dark, perfect sharp jut of the boy’s hips. The sweat on his fingertips, the scent of the werewolf, was almost suffocating, but at the same time Jasper liked it.
He let the boy ache for a moment more in furious impatience – he could feel that emotion against him, little tickling pangs – and then pushed his hand down, beyond the dark cloth of Jacob’s boxer shorts. Beneath his fingers, Jacob’s cock was smooth and thick and long, burning sensitive heat to touch. Licking his lips, Jasper let his hand slide all over it, gently caressing the underside to create a frustrated sort of sob, and then squeezing the tip just a little.
It was making his own cock throb with impatience, and it took control for Jasper not to just give in and jack them both off at the same time. Instead, he took his hand away from Jacob, and pulled the jeans lower down, taking the shorts with them.
Jacob stared him down as Jasper looked over his naked body. The werewolf smiled as he saw the admiration in Jasper’s eyes, and said, “See anything you like?”
Jasper rolled his eyes. “Please keep your mouth quiet, before I remember that you’re a boy and not a man.”
The wolf cringed at that, and instead of keeping his head down he sat up, offended. “D’you have to keep talking to me like that? I don’t want to have to pound your mouth in. It’s a pretty mouth.”
Jasper laughed quietly. “My pretty mouth is going to give you the time of your life if you just shut up. Don’t take everything so seriously.”
He managed to shut Jacob up, when his hands slid down that warm back, to grope at the pleasing tightness of his ass. Then he leaned his head down, and kissed the tip of Jacob’s cock. He heard the boy swearing somewhere above him but ignored it, and let his tongue enjoy.
Jacob’s body was a delight to see, but nothing was like touching with the tongue. His cock was hot and hard beneath Jacob’s tongue, and he traced the veins up and down the length. He couldn’t help any sounds that came from him then, because the boy was beautiful. If Edward had taken him, though Jasper couldn’t see that in Edward, then he could not blame him one bit.
With every long lick that Jasper took, Jacob’s thighs were warm and soft against his cheeks. Those hard, callused hands gripped his hair in tufts, and then, when his tongue tickled the underside, he got a low groaning howl sound. Further moves like that had Jacob’s ankles sliding up, over Jasper’s shoulders, and then the boy was begging. He never said please but his voice was full of “Yes,” and “Oh Jesus” and “MMmm” so much.
Finally, unable to tolerate any more waiting either, Jasper took the boy’s cock in his mouth. It sunk in slow and thick and good, hot, he had never had anything so hot in his mouth. His mouth had never been connected to anything so fuckable. Then he wondered, Should I fuck him? Do I want to go that far? He realized that he really, really wanted to.
Jacob’s cock slammed into his mouth, again, again, so fast and hard. Jasper had never had any relations with a werewolf. He didn’t realize how strong they were until now. Jacob’s desire was pushing him back, down, actually moving Jasper. Jasper hadn’t encountered anything else as physically strong except another vampire, or a newborn, and never with such eager force behind it. He found half the reason for his arousal was not Jacob’s taste, or sensation, or beauty, but that wild force. His lack of control beneath Jasper’s tongue was simultaneously a compliment and a huge turn-on.
Jasper let the warm, soft flesh of Jacob’s buttocks go, and unbuckled his own pants. The boy fell back, and Jasper watched as he came, the sight such a hot display that it brought him to his climax, too.
He collapsed bodily upon the sand next to Jacob, his throat delightfully raw, his cold body warmed by the heat of Jacob’s body. He grunted in surprise when, out of nowhere, that warm body wrapped around him.
He decided he liked it enough to let Jacob stay like that, for a while.
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Jacob’s POV * * *
Jacob automatically curled his body around the vampire, in thanks. Jasper’s body was cold next to his, and it was comforting to be so close, even though it also hurt. It reminded Jacob of Edward. But having Jasper willing to stay close made him smile.
Of course, he wouldn’t tell Jasper any of that. He wasn’t going to admit weaknesses to this vampire anymore. Damn leech. Jesus the guy was good with his mouth, though. Jacob had forgotten what it was like to have someone do that. Jasper not only reminded him, he made Jacob realize, What am I going to do when he’s gone? Not just sexually, but…all the rest. All the damn feelings for Edward aren’t just going to leave my stupid brain. Jasper was right, I am a boy. I can’t even get a handle on my own feelings, I’m always a victim to them. Why does everyone take advantage of me? And I let them…just like I let Bella, ‘cause I care…
He shook his head to get those depressing thoughts out, and settled his nose in the cold crook of the vampire’s neck.
They lay like that for a long while. Jacob was content to let his muscles relax, to bask in the pleasures he had just experienced. The silence was interrupted when Jasper asked, “Have you fallen asleep?”
“No.” Jacob felt Jasper’s body slowly ease off, away from him, to sit up, and he reluctantly sat up, too.
“Let me see you.” He flushed as he said it, but he couldn’t help it. Jasper was beautiful, just like all the vampires were, and he wanted to see him naked.
Emotionless, the vampire lay down and put his arms behind his head. Jacob’s gaze raked up and down that body from head to toe. He took in the long stretch of legs, the muscles chest and arms, the relaxed smile that was transforming Jasper’s face into a vision of a god. His cock sprung to attention, too, titillated by the way Jacob’s gaze took in everything.
In front of so much beauty, Jacob did feel a little like a boy. But he didn’t want to show that he had been, as Bella had once described to him, “dazzled.” So he knelt down, and then straddled Jasper in a gesture so much more confident than he actually felt. He couldn’t help the shiver that traveled through him, and he leaned to whisper in Jasper’s ear, “Can I…can I touch you?”
Jasper snorted. “Now you ask.”
They both laughed, and then Jacob moved to sit, instead, between Jasper’s legs, which opened for him. He lost his breath as his hand grasped the hard length of Jasper’s cock, and he gave it a few short moments of exploration that way. The skin was the softest thing ever beneath his touch, and Jasper remained unmoving, but his mouth was open, those lips wet.
Jacob bent to sprinkle kisses over those hard thighs, but then stopped when Jasper’s hand combed through his hair and tilted his chin up.
“What?” Jacob asked.
“Come back up here. Over me, like you were before.”
Jacob obeyed, grinning. He watched as, with slow movements, Jasper took two fingers, and he had Jacob open his mouth, and suck. Jacob moaned as he sucked, feeling anticipation growing deep and heavy within him. When Jasper’s hand brushed against his cock, he let the fingers slide from him in surprise, moaning.
Then those wet fingers, dripping, eased around Jacob, pressed against his buttocks, and then within. Slowly, slowly, Jasper pushed them into Jacob, widening, pressing.
His teeth were white against his pale skin, and his dark eyes needled Jacob, as he asked, “Have you ever done this before?”
The image of Edward flashed in Jacob’s mind, but he frowned it away. That was none of Jasper’s business! He simply nodded his head in answer.
Jacob watched that beautiful face, entranced, totally gone somewhere else, until suddenly the other boy’s cock was thrust up into him in one sudden move. “Whoa.”
He let Jasper go at an aching, slow pace, let himself be babied a little, before slamming his hips down. Immediately a growl erupted from the vampire’s mouth. His hands on Jacob’s hips tightened, and then a low purr came from his throat.
“Mmmm,” Jasper’s voice was like melted honey, dark and sugary, “I like that. Keep it up.”
So as Jasper’s cock thrust into him, Jacob pushed down with equal force, pushed and pushed until he was a groaning mess over Jasper, his mouth an animal instrument, that hard flesh pounding into him again and again. He clenched his hands over Jasper’s where they lay on his hips, biting his lip against the pain of that tight hold.
Then, Jacob let his hands wander, down over Jasper’s chest, stroking over rosy nipples. He had to stop that soon though, and hold on to Jasper’s arms, because the vampire’s force became too hard. It hurt, even, but along with the pain was satisfaction. Jacob was being satiated. The burn of desire and loneliness was being shoved away with every move of Jasper’s.
He could tell the vampire liked this. Dark eyelashes fluttered over pale cheeks, and that red mouth was open. When Jacob moved quicker, he was bouncing over Jasper’s cock, his muscles bunching again and again. He watched Jasper through half-closed eyes as the vampire smiled at him, staring at his body.
It felt good to be stared at like that, to be wanted. That was why Jacob acceded, when he was pulled bodily away from Jasper, and made to go down on all fours on the sand. Then Jasper was fucking him from behind. That was even better, because Jasper had more leverage. Jacob was blown away at how hard the vampire pounded him, that flesh sinking deep within him so hard, so fast. The vampire used his inhuman speed to advantage, fucking Jacob so hard that Jacob was gasping. By the force of his movements they inched deeper in the sand.
Jacob pressed his fist to his mouth as Jasper’s hands dug at him. Those hands were harsh, haunting. They pressed at his ass and teased at his cock. They scraped at his thighs until they bled, and left his hair a wild miss on his head. But he loved it anyway, loved the roughness, the way Jasper’s tongue licked over his back, the way he could feel the growls of lust shaking through his frame.
Jacob couldn’t be quiet. He howled and whimpered, and bit down on his fingers until they bled. Jasper liked that even more, growling against him. Then he changed and he moved slower, softer, and his hands slid over Jacob tenderly. In that moment, Jacob could understand how every human was pulled in. The beauty, the tenderness, was too much.
He had to hold back tears, and he wasn’t sure if he was crying for all the humans that were so easily victim to a vampire’s wiles, or for himself because he missed Edward terribly. He missed the gentlemanly spirit and honesty behind Edward, and the silky smoothness of that voice saying his name in plaintive need, and the way Edward would let control go, around Jacob.
Finally, the pace slowed, and slowed, and Jacob felt the hot spill of Jasper’s come against him. He shivered, gasping, as that hand massaged his cock, and came with a groan. They lay back against the sand, light and dark and cold and fire, spooned by the giant cave in the sand their bodies’ movements had created.
Jacob was silent, watching Jasper as Jasper watched him. Then, grinning, he said, “That was good.”
Jasper laughed, and smoothed down the ruffled tangle of Jacob’s hair. “Mmm. Yes. Will you…will you be alright, when my brother returns?”
Jacob closed his eyes. Not that again. Not already. Why can’t this warmth I had last? I almost wish Edward and Bella would stay away forever. Then again…no. No, I don’t.
He frowned at the way Jasper stared at him, and said simply, “I don’t know.”
Jasper stood up, and then walked to the water. He gave Jacob a beckoning gesture from the beach. Slowly, Jacob eased himself up. It seemed like every muscle in his body was screaming at him in pain. By the time he reached the water’s edge, Jasper was silently laughing at him.
“Shut up,” Jacob growled. He dove into the water. When he came back up, Jasper had a smirk on his face.
“I surprised you, didn’t I, wolf?”
Jacob marched over to stand in front of the vampire, and growled, “I have a name, you know. Yours is Jasper.”
Jasper nodded his golden head. “Alright, Jacob. Alright.”
They splashed in the water for a few minutes, and then, together, erased any evidence of their actions from the beach sands.
Then Jacob sat down on a rock. “Are you going?” As soon as he said it, a twinge of sadness entered him, and in all that sadness was so much anger, too. He wished he could be happy for at least a few days after this encounter with Jasper, instead of just a few minutes.
He turned as some sound caught his attention, and then…brown eyes met black, and Jacob felt a calm tugging at his heart, easing slowly into him. His limbs relaxed, and when he blinked, he found himself thinking, It’s okay. I’m going to be okay. I’m fine.
Then that black gaze left him, and Jasper simply stood before him. He waved, and then Jacob watched as that golden head disappeared into the ocean again, back the way they had come.
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