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Zero Hour	By : lordoberon Category: Twilight Series > Slash > Edward/Jacob Views: 20117 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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ZERO HOUR
Chapter Two
by lordoberon

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Edward's POV
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Finally, Edward could stand it no more. He had to give in to the waves of bloodlust crashing through him. Slowly, his lips drew back over his teeth. As he sunk them into Jacob's neck, the boy screamed. Edward could barely hear it. All he knew was the pumping of Jacob's heart booming against his ears. The blood flooded into his mouth, and Edward was groaning in joy as it slid past his lips, sidling against his tongue with so much flavor and richness. It was the best thing he had ever tasted in his life. He wanted to suck Jacob dry, to drink and drink until he could not ever drink again. He swallowed again and again as gulps of the red liquid came into him, filling him. Would he ever get his fill? It tasted so delicious. His hands pressed even harder, and he heard the crack of bones crushing and snapping as his hand clenched over Jacob's too hard.
He realized he was moaning as he drank, and lifted Jacob's body to lean more against him so more blood could come into his mouth. Then he paused for a moment, throwing his head back, reveling in the sweet taste on his tongue.
His body was flung backward to crash into the trees as suddenly a fist caught him in the jaw. He heard the roar of the werewolf before he saw it, big and brown and leaping towards him.
Edward dodged the werewolf and sunk down onto the ground, trembling. What had he done? As sanity returned to him, he warred within himself. He could still taste the blood in his mouth, and it was good. SO good! But he felt shame cloud over him, too. Perhaps he should just let the werewolf rip him apart.
His family would know, if he stayed here any longer. So, Edward got up and ran, and the werewolf chased him through hundreds of miles of woods.
Finally, Edward turned around and held his hands up. "I surrender! Stop. Calm down. I surrender. I'm done. I'm sorry. I know nothing can make up for it, but I'm sorry. It didn't kill you, it didn't change you, but it must have hurt. I'm sorry."
Edward bowed his head down to the ground again. He heard the boy crashing through the brush, and then a hand grabbed his hair and yanked him up to stand. Jacob was furious.
"YOU! What have you done? What did you think you were doing? You...you bastard! What the HELL was that? I...I can't believe you."
The boy looked like he was ready to tear Edward limb from limb, and Edward could not blame him. He had half a mind to go to the Volturi right now, because of what he had done. To drink from a werewolf was...was insane. No one had ever done it before. And to think that the boy had not changed, or died! Perhaps, if Edward had drunk more, he would have. It was strange though, for Edward to see that something he had drunk the blood of remained the same as before.
He winced in pain as Jacob's hand slammed down, light for his strength, slapping Edward's cheek with such force that the sound echoed. Edward knew the mark would be reddish on his pale skin for days.
"What's going on with us? We're enemies. We're not supposed to...kiss. You're not supposed to want me, in any way, blood or body! Why does it have to BE like this?!"
Jacob had let go of Edward and was now raging, pounding his fists against the ground, creating a crater.
Edward walked forward and grabbed the boy's fists. With a roar, Jacob pushed his fists against Edward's chest, the sound like gunshots through the air as he hit Edward again and again. Edward felt the pain but said nothing, allowing Jacob to hit him a few times. Then, he stepped back.
"Listen. We've got to do something about this. I don't know if it came out of nowhere or if we just didn't notice it before...but it hasn't left me yet. I...I don't like feeling like this, out of control. And I can't ignore it or push it away. It's so strong, that I was unable to resist temptation. Please, let's work this out together."
Jacob sunk to the ground with a heavy sigh. "...I don't know what to do. It would have all been fine if you hadn't BIT ME! THAT HURT!!"
Edward bent down to crouch in front of Jacob, and gently, he pushed the hair away from Jacob's neck. The bite was a large purple mark on the boy's skin, the teeth marks still there.
"You heal quickly. This would have been black, earlier. I'm sorry it hurts. I'm sorry I did it. How is your hand?"
Edward remembered the sound of the bones crunching when he had held Jacob’s hand too hard during the bite. Shame filled him at the remembrance. How could he have done that? For a moment, he wanted to sink to the ground, or pound the earth, as Jacob had moments ago. But he knew it would do no good. Gently, he lifted Jacob’s injured hand.
It was healing pretty well, regardless of hours of running on it after Edward through miles of forest. The bones were not broken anymore, but could tell it was still quite sore from the way Jacob hissed when Edward touched it. Jacob glared at Edward and pulled his hand away, cradling it against his chest. It was the left hand.
With a grumble, Jacob rolled over to lie on his back. He crossed his arms, furrowing his brows. His eyes closed, refusing to even look at Edward.
Edward sighed shakily, and bent down. He wasn't sure if this was a good idea, but he couldn't stand seeing the boy so miserable. He knew the anger was mostly a facade now, and the boy was pained. Now, he could understand why Bella didn't want to hurt Jacob. Jacob's misery was palpable, Edward could feel it in his bones, it seemed.
Slowly he bent over Jacob, and gently he drew his tongue over the bite wound.
Immediately Jacob leapt up into the air and yelled, "What are you doing? Are you trying to do it again?"
He had his right hand hovering over the wound, and he was breathing hard. Edward felt a growl of lust come in him as he looked up at the angry boy. He pushed it away, and said, "No. I was trying to make it feel better."
"Feel better?! Why would that make it feel better??"
Edward stepped closer to the boy, and held out his hand. "It probably stings. I thought the wet might soothe it."
And then, before the boy could protest, Edward pulled Jacob forward and licked over the wound again. He kept his eyes closed and found that gradually, the urge to bite was dissipating. He could listen to the his heartbeat and not salivate as much.
After a long while of this, Edward stopped, and sat down. "Does it feel better?"
Jacob sat down, too. "Well...yes. But I don't think it was you."
Edward laughed at the childish indignancy, and laughed more as Jacob frowned in his direction.
"Shut up!" Jacob lunged forward, his fist raised to hit, but when he tried to slam it down on Edward again, Edward caught it, feeling the blow smack through him and travel up his whole arm. Jacob was strong. Slowly, Edward slid his hands up those arms, and pushed the boy backwards to lie down.
"Jacob...stop whining. It will be fully healed in an hour or so, I think."
He didn’t mean to kiss Jacob again. But he could feel the way that body trembled, and he wanted to comfort Jacob. And he could feel the warmth and sinuous smoothness of the boy’s muscles twisting and bunching beneath the soft skin. It aroused him, to have this body beneath his. And that mouth was wet from Jacob licking his lips.

Jacob looked up into the vampire’s eyes, and Edward smirked as he saw realization dawn over the boy’s face, those eyes widening. Jacob could see the longing in Edward’s eyes, perhaps. He didn’t give Jacob time to hastily change his expression from that innocent, sweet look of shock back to the proverbial fury.
Edward bent down and pressed his lips over Jacob's. At first Jacob did not respond, but then he couldn't seem to help it. Hungrily he lunged up and pushed his mouth against Edward's again and again. Then he pulled away, gasping.
Smiling, Edward gently trailed his fingers through Jacob's hair. Then, he let his touch roam down from Jacob's collarbone, over the hard nipples and tickling through the trail of dark hair below Jacob's navel. He withdrew his hand then, and simply lay down, putting his head on Jacob's chest. The thudding of that heart taunted him, but he diligently ignored it.
His eyes opened as suddenly warm fingers slid down his back and grabbed at the hem of his shirt. With a loud rip, the shirt was torn from his body. Jacob turned over on his side and began to touch Edward.
Strong but smooth, soft fingers pressed down on his chest, those dark eyes of Jacob's staring at Edward's pale skin. Edward smiled. Then the shaggy head bent down and that mouth was sucking at Edward's neck, and then at his chest. Edward groaned, shuddering, as that hot tongue drifted over a nipple again and again. Then that mouth was kissing him, kissing him on his shoulders, his arms, and his chest, sucking at the nipples and then kissing down until stopping just above his belt.
"You've probably had hundreds of years of experiencing sex..."
Edward laughed loudly at the statement that was really a query. "No, I haven't, actually. I'm still a ripe fruit for the taking." He laughed again, and Jacob laughed with him.
The voice was low and amused. "Well then, that's two of us."
Jacob sat up, and Edward reached out to trail his hands over that form, over the chest, and over the arms. Finally, he slid his hand down Jacob's thigh, and gently rubbed his thumb over one spot on the boy's inner thigh, over and over.
"Mmmm...That feels good." Jacob groaned as the touch became harder. Edward sat up, and pressed his mouth over Jacob's ear, and then licked down the boy's neck. Ignoring the tension in that body when he licked the neck, he moved his lips down more. Experimentally, he licked slowly over the boy's nipples. The result was a low moan. He licked again, and then sucked. That firm chest pushed up against him, the breath coming in gasps. He continued to circle the spot on the thigh with his thumb.
Then Edward made his circles bigger, sweeping all around the thigh. Then his fingers slid down to the knee, where he just stroked his fingers across the cloth for a moment. Suddenly those strong hands were at his sides, stroking softly, and then sliding down to grope his ass and then lift his form to sit over Jacob’s, so that his knees were on either side of the boy’s waist. Edward moaned softly as he felt the culmination of heat in the boy’s body right beneath him, long and hard.
Slowly, Edward moved his hips over the other boy’s, grinding down and then slowly lifting up. The result was a gasping whimper, and then that body was thrusting up at him. Edward groaned, shaking in pleasure at the delightful friction.
One of those large, gentle hands took his and placed it over Jacob’s belt. In a flurry of movement Edward had the belt off, the zipper down, and had thrust his hand down to grasp Jacob’s cock. The boy gasped at the touch, his eyes open wide, and thrust his hips up more towards that inviting hand.
Slowly, Edward stroked his thumb up the hard length, shivering at the heat, at the slick sweat. He inched his fingers around the tip and then up and down the length. When he stroked ever so softly with his fingertips, Jacob let out a tormented whimper. Edward wanted more of those sounds, those sounds that filled him with lust, filled him like the blood had filled him earlier.
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