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Whispers in the Dark	By : greenwizard11 Category: Twilight Series > Slash Views: 12222 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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There wasn’t much for Liam to do in the coming weeks. Bella spent every spare moment at the Black residence working on those bikes with Jacob. All Liam could do was check on her at night, and he noticed she was sleeping better.
It all made him very curious about this Jacob kid. The fact that the boy had the same name as Liam’s first love made him even more curious. He probed Bella’s mind every night, and the boy even sounded like his Jacob! Liam badly wanted to get a glimpse of the kid, but there was little chance of that as long as they stayed on Quileute land.
Liam’s luck changed when the bikes were nearly finished. Both Bella and Jacob decided they needed to spend time doing other things, homework especially; so Bella invited Jacob to her house for a study date. As soon as Liam read the plans in her mind he knew there was no way he was going to miss this.
He was waiting in the woods by the house when the truck pulled into the driveway. Even with his superior eyesight, Liam couldn’t get a very good look at Jacob. He was definitely tall and dark-skinned, more like Kasumi, his Jacob’s first reincarnation. As soon as they were inside Liam ventured closer.
When Jacob entered the house he inhaled deeply and let out an appreciative moan. “What’s that smell?” he asked. “Did you get an air freshener or something?”
Bella took a good whiff to see what he was talking about. Vanilla. Liam Cullen had been there recently, if he wasn’t still there. “No, no air freshener. The house just smells like that sometimes.”
“It smells good,” Jacob commented, “like a vanilla chai latte.”
Bella raised an eyebrow. “A what?”
Jacob blushed and stared down at his feet. “I knew my addiction would rear its ugly head, but I didn’t think it would be so soon. I’ve loved the smell of vanilla ever since I can remember. But then a few years ago I was out with my dad and I tried a vanilla chai latte. It was love at first taste. Vanilla is good, but this was rich and spicy, you know? Anyway, I don’t get them often, but when I do….”
Liam’s eyes grew wide as he listened to the conversation from a low tree branch. He knew what Jacob smelled was Liam’s unique scent. To hear that Jacob loved that scent pushed Liam over the edge. Despite his usually impeccable self control, the vampire let out an excited squeak and fell out of the tree.
Jacob heard the soft thud and raced to the window, searching the yard. “Bella, I think something—or someone—was in your yard.”
Bella joined him at the window. She knew exactly who had been out there, but she didn’t say anything to Jacob. “Whatever it was is gone now,” she said as she went back to the piles of books on the floor.
Liam stood just inside the tree line. He hadn’t been this shaken in nearly three decades. His soul ached to get closer, but he knew he didn’t dare. He did know one thing, however: he was glad the boy was making Bella feel better, but Jacob Black was his.
Edward called again a few days later. Liam answered the phone this time. “Yes?”
“She’s being reckless. Why aren’t you stopping it?” Edward sounded furious.
“She’s doing it on Quileute land. You know as well as I do my hands are tied,” Liam answered. “But you know what you could do? You could come back and stop her yourself.”
“You know I can’t do that!”
Liam couldn’t help but roll his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. “Everyone has found happiness but you. Why do you suppose that is?” Edward didn’t answer. “You don’t listen to me, that’s why. I told you a long time ago to embrace who and what you are instead of all this self-loathing bullshit. You were happy when you listened to me about how to get close to Bella, but then you had to go and wreck it. You have a conscience. You can love. Isn’t that proof enough that you still have a soul?”
“You don’t know that for sure.” Edward’s voice was quiet. “And you can’t guarantee she’ll be safe around us.”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing she’s with Jacob Black now.”
Edward was quiet again, but Liam could feel the waves of conflicting emotions coming from him. “You heard me right,” Liam said, digging at the open emotional wound. “He likes her a lot, and she likes him.”
“Good,” was all Edward said, but he didn’t really mean it. “She’s moving on, then.”
“I didn’t say that. You can take away the pictures and presents, but you can’t take away the memories and the pain. She’s doing these reckless things so she can hear your voice again.”
The next thing Liam heard was the click of Edward hanging up. He couldn’t help but grin to himself. He was getting to Edward, there was no doubt about that. Hopefully soon everything would be as it should be.
The young altar boy gazed up at the smoldering sky-blue eyes of his companion. His brain was screaming that this was wrong, but the rest of him wanted it more than anything. “Liam, are you sure we should be doing this?” he asked tentatively.
The blond with smooth, marble-white skin only chuckled softly. “Very sure.”
Any doubts in the boy’s mind faded away when he felt the tip of a warm wet tongue skillfully slide up the side of his throat. He let out a lustful moan in spite of himself. Then Liam’s fingers slid up under the back of his shirt, causing the boy’s skin to tingle. He didn’t fight when Liam pulled his shirt completely off.
Then Liam took a step back and the boy watched as he began to undress. The only light in the church sanctuary came from a few lit candles that flickered over the slightly older blond’s body, perfectly accentuating every muscle ripple. The boy could smell faint traces of the incense that had burned that very morning during worship service, a constant reminder of where he was. This had all been Liam’s idea, but the altar boy had hesitantly gone along with it, finding that he was quite willing to go to the ends of the earth for the gorgeous priest’s son.
The boy’s breath caught in his throat when Liam’s trousers fell to the floor, leaving him completely exposed. The altar boy felt uncontrollable lust stir deep inside him while his eyes drank in the sight of his angel.
“Your turn,” Liam said, his voice breaking the silence.
It was obvious that Liam had done this before, but the altar boy hadn’t. He tossed his shirt aside and began on his belt buckle. In a few minutes, which seemed more like hours, he stood naked before his companion, ready to do the unthinkable.
“Much better,” Liam said with a predatory grin. “Better than I imagined, even.”
Then suddenly Liam lifted the boy and placed him right on the altar. The boy swallowed hard and did his best to relax. Liam had said it was much better when you were relaxed. The boy squeaked when he felt cold wine splash on his shoulder and drip down his chest; but then it turned into a sigh of contentment when that wonderful tongue began to lap it up.
“Much improved,” Liam whispered before he pressed his lips to the boy’s. At first the kisses were soft and tender, but they grew in intensity. The boy’s hands rested on Liam’s sides, and his fingernails dug into the warm flesh when Liam’s tongue invaded his mouth.
The boy unconsciously spread his legs wider, eager to move on to the next step. “Please,” he begged in a desperate whisper.
“Eager, are we?” Liam said in an amused tone as he placed a few more light kisses along the line of the boy’s jaw. “Have it your way, then.”
Liam reached for the anointing oil and coated his fingers with it. Then he teasingly ran one finger along the boy’s crack, rubbing up against his puckered hole. The boy gasped at the sudden intense sensation, which sent a jolt through his entire body. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, lost in pleasure.
Then one finger slipped inside him. The boy cried out at the sudden burst of pain. Liam pulled him closer. “Shhh,” he whispered in the boy’s ear. “Relax, just like I told you. The pain will be over soon, I promise.”
The boy nodded and took a few deep breaths. His body began to relax as the finger slowly slid in and out of his body. It didn’t take long for it to actually feel good. A second finger was added without warning, but the boy kept breathing in and out, trusting that this pain, too, would go away.
Soon he found himself pressing against the fingers when they were completely buried inside him. They were brushing against something inside him that filled him with intense pleasure and made him crave more. “I want you inside me now,” he gasped.
“Are you sure?” Liam asked.
The boy tried to answer but could only manage another gasp and a nod. Liam pulled his fingers out and licked his lips as he took more oil and slathered it on his erect manhood. The boy whimpered at the loss of those wonderful fingers, but patiently looked forward to something better.
“Lean back and relax,” Liam instructed.
The boy scooted his butt forward a little more and leaned back so that his upper body rested against the cold stone wall. Liam placed the tip of his cock at the boy’s entrance and steadily pushed forward. It took a minute for the ring of muscle to give way, but when it did the boy closed his eyes tight and tried not to scream. “I told you to relax,” Liam reminded him with a soft stroke on his cheek.
The boy nodded and tried his best. Liam hadn’t lied to him so far; there was no reason to think he was lying now. Liam was patient and very slowly sank his entire length into the boy before leaning in and kissing him tenderly.
Just as before, the boy’s body relaxed and he started to enjoy the pressure in his gut. Liam began to move in and out, slowly at first, then picking up speed. The boy wrapped his arms around his lover’s body and pulled him as close as he could. Words could not describe everything he was feeling. The Bible said this was wrong, but the boy felt like this was what he existed for. He loved Liam with every fiber of his being, and giving himself to Liam liked this seemed like the right thing to do.
The dimly lit sanctuary was quiet except for the sounds of panting and whimpers echoing off the walls. Liam’s body tensed and he gasped for air as he pounded into his lover more forcefully. The boy’s fingers slipped in cold sweat as he tried to grip Liam tighter. His body was tensing, but it wasn’t from pain this time. Something was building deep inside him, and it felt like something good.
“Oh, god!” The boy let out a strangled cry as his mind exploded in the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt. His whole body started to jerk wildly and it felt like he couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t care. He was only barely aware of Liam uttering a deep moan and letting his head fall back.
Jacob Black opened his eyes, his entire body covered in a cold sweat. He was still panting heavily, and he could feel the sticky mess on his thigh. “Oh, man…” he groaned. He lay still until he got his bearings back.
This wasn’t his first wet dream of course, but it was the first one that was so vivid. He could still feel phantom sensations of the tongue on his skin and the cock in his ass. He could even still smell the incense!
It didn’t even bother him that the dream had been about another man. Like many other native cultures, the Quileutes saw nothing wrong with homosexuality. It wasn’t uncommon for young boys to experiment with each other. He was just a little shaken by the intensity and the strange feeling in the pit of his stomach.
He tried to forget about it, thinking instead of his date with Bella later. Well, it wasn’t a date, exactly. She said she was going out with some friends from school, but she had invited him to go along. That meant something, didn’t it?
He pulled on some clean clothes and headed out to the kitchen to pour himself a bowl of cereal. His dad was already at the table. “Sleep all right?” Billy asked.
“Yeah, why?” Jacob asked.
“Your skin is clammy. Bad dream?”
Jacob cursed his father’s perceptiveness. “Yeah, just a bad dream. It’s nothing, really.”
Billy’s eyes bored into him. Jacob really wished people would stop staring at him like that. “Care to talk about it?”
“No.” Jacob shook his head. He liked to think he had a decent relationship with his dad, but a sex dream was not something he wanted to talk about. “I think I’m just gonna go work on the car. I’m hoping to have it up and running by tonight.”
Billy didn’t say anything more, for which Jacob was grateful. Working on the car was a nice distraction, and soon he forgot all about the dream.
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