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Bittersweet Hurt	By : Minervaone Category: Twilight Series > Slash > Carlisle/Edward Views: 7955 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author’s Note: Whew! Sorry for the delay, folks. Stupid flu! But - in order to make up for the wait, I am delivering one hell of a super steamy chapter! You won’t be disappointed!
And now for my standard disclaimer: Let’s remember this story will have scenes of a sexual nature between Carlisle and Edward. If this is not the type of story you were expecting or looking for, please hit the Back button now. But for the rest of us, well, read on my friends. Read on.
As always, I own none of these characters and make no profit from this story.
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Part Five - The Hunt
When the sun had set a good distance, Carlisle decided it was time to get Edward out to hunt. “Remember - whatever you do, just stay by my side. I promise you will be fine,” Carlisle instructed.
Edward walked next to Carlisle’s side, marveling at the new strength he felt in his bones. He was beginning to get a grip on the mental assault of the voices in his head, although it was still so much to process at one time. Carlisle continued to worry loudly in his head. Edward decided he liked it better when Carlisle didn’t think. He would have to see what he could do about that.
They had gone no further than the end of Edward’s street when he smelledit for the first time. Blood. Human blood. His head snapped up and he began to sniff the air in earnest. His feet moved of their accord, turning him in the direction of the scent. The smell made the thirst erupt in his throat, a deep burning that went down the entire length, causing his insides to itch with want.
The warm blood beat beneath the skin of the man walking down the opposite street. Edward could smell it moving swiftly beneath the surface; the tantalizing aroma was increasing the burning in his throat and made his mouth fill with venom in anticipation of the kill, bitter on his tongue.
His eyes zeroed in on the human and a vague notion of familiarity came across Edward’s mind - was he someone he knew before he was turned, perhaps? But it didn’t matter now what he used to be. Right now he was just Edward’s prey. He went into an instinctive crouch and took a step closer to his meal.
Carlisle’s steely arms snaked around his chest, holding him back. Edward tried to shrug him off. “Let me go!” he said.
“Edward! Remember what we talked about. We must feed in the woods, not here. And not on humans.” Carlisle said in a low whisper against his ear as Edward continued to struggle. The neighbor had looked up, his eyes flashed in recognition of Edward’s face and he gave a tentative wave in his direction.
Edward intensified his fight against Carlisle’s hold, “I want him! Let me go now!” Carlisle responded in his thoughts. ‘No Edward, I will not. Edward! Stop it! Turn around and look at me. Turn!’ Carlisle shouted. Edward’s eyes flicked from his prey to Carlisle’s arms and back. ‘Edward! I want you to look at me,’ he said. Reluctantly he relaxed his stance and turned around to face Carlisle’s golden eyes, still held tight in his arms.
‘Do this for me,’ Carlisle said with a pleading look. ‘Trust me when I say that you can withstand this. You must. There is no other option.’
Edward closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Carlisle’s with a deep sigh. “My throat burns,” he said with a hoarse whisper.
‘I know,’ Carlisle said. ‘So does mine,’ he said as his fingers rubbed small circles on Edward’s back. ‘Come, the forest is not far. We will feed tonight.’
They arrived in a grove of dense woods on the outskirts of the city, far enough away so Edward would not get another whiff of human blood. The moon was waning, and the crescent was hanging low in the sky. Standing at the edge of the clearing, Carlisle stood behind Edward with both of his hands on his shoulders, instructing him with his first hunt.
‘Stand absolutely still . . . you don’t have to breathe as a vampire, you know. That’s it, just relax and let the deer forget that you are here. Good. All right, now easy, close your eyes and just concentrate on your senses. Do you smell him? The large buck - to your left. Yes, that’s it. You smell him, don’t you? Can you sense his mind? His smell is content, he has no idea you are here,’Carlisle said in his thoughts.
The burning in Edward’s throat was becoming unbearable. “Please, Carlisle, it hurts,” he murmured quietly under his breath. “I want it now! Let me go!”
‘Calm, Edward. Calm. Your thirst will not kill you. No matter how bad you feel it to be, remember that you can always resist it. Always. Even if you think it unbearable, it is. You are stronger than your desires.’
Edward whimpered under the strain of wanting to tear out of Carlisle’s arms and sink his teeth into the warm, pulsating mass of blood . . . the sweet blood racing just beneath the surface. It was calling to him.
‘You are doing very well, Edward. Now I want you to open your eyes. When you go after the buck, wrap your arms around his neck and find the jugular. You will find it on instinct, the smell is strongest there. Bite down hard and don’t let go until it’s dry,’ Carlisle said as he loosed his grip on Edward’s shoulder. ‘All right, now - go get him.’
Edward opened his eyes and spotted his prey. Taking off, he had his arms around the buck before it could raise its head at the sound. One arm wrapped around the neck while and the other reached under to the belly and grabbed a fistful of hair, latching on with an iron grip. The buck began to scream a horrified shrill as it flailed its limbs in desperate movements trying to get free of Edward’s grasp.
The smell from the jugular was tantalizing; Edward could smell it pulsing under the surface. He bit through coarse hair and thick hide and with a sudden rush the searing hot blood hit his mouth. His pupils went wide; it was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. He began to drink.
In the blissful rush of feeding, the voices in his head receded, and for the first time since he was turned there was complete silence in his mind. No barrage of thoughts, no worry from Carlisle, no screaming from his prey, nothing. All he could hear was the rushing of the buck’s blood pounding in his ears.
The warm coppery blood filled his mouth and slid down his throat, seeping into every part of him, tingling as it went, awakening his dead flesh and bone with the life it carried. He could feel it racing down the arteries in his legs and through the tops of his toes. He closed his eyes in pure bliss. Edward drank faster - needing more and more and more - he never wanted this part to come to an end. Thissensation - the peace of mind combined with the slake in his thirst - he finally felt right.
He heard the heartbeat of the beast slow to a stop and he finished draining the buck dry. Edward’s senses began to return, hearing Carlisle’s thoughts again - distant through the rushing of blood still pounding in his ears.
‘Sweet blood . . . in his veins . . . he’s so warm . . . his blood in my mouth . . . I want it . . . his blood running in my mouth,’Carlisle’s thoughts ran though Edward’s mind.
Eyes looking up, he saw Carlisle’s golden ones locked to where his mouth was still latched to the neck. Blood spilled from the wound, matting the coarse hair and spilling down Edward’s chin. Carlisle’s tongue slid out to run along his lips.
Edward let go of the buck, dropping it to the ground as he stood up and stepped to Carlisle, never breaking the gaze they held on each other.
He reached out without thinking and grabbed the back of Carlisle’s head, catching a handful of blonde hair. He pulled his mouth to his and Carlisle responded immediately by sucking on his lips in return.
He could taste Carlisle in his mouth.
He could smell his scent.
He could feel his smooth skin brushing against his.
He could feel his large hands circling his waist.
They kissed fervently, reveling in the hedonistic pleasure the blood gave them while igniting heat in their cold flesh. Carlisle continued to suck hard at Edward’s lips, running his tongue along the edge seeking the warmth of Edward’s mouth. Edward opened up and let him explore while giving a gentle suck on his tongue in return.
Each groaned into the other while hands drew around waists, eliminating any free space between them. Carlisle felt the warmth Edward had flowing through him from the buck, it seeped into his skin as they pressed together. His strong, large hands ran through Edward’s copper hair, pulling his head closer, his tongue seeking deeper entrance. He gripped him tight.
Edward responded with his own exploration of Carlisle’s mouth, lapping up the bittersweet tang of the venom as he fisted Carlisle’s shirt in his hands. Edward’s knees went weak under him, and he sagged into Carlisle. They sank to the ground, still exploring.
The wind picked up around Carlisle, blowing the mesmerizing scent of a doe to him, burning need erupting in his throat. He broke the kiss, knowing that if he did not feed immediately he was going to sink his teeth into Edward’s lips and draw out his sweet blood. He pushed away from Edward and turned toward the direction of the doe.
‘There it is! It’s unaware . . . blood smells sweet,’ Carlisle thought. He took off like a shot, eager to have his fill of the warmth. Reaching the doe, he had it locked in his arms before it was aware of the danger.

Edward stood on the edge of the forest watching, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight. Carlisle had removed his shirt in an attempt to keep blood off of it, revealing the well-formed muscles in his chest. He was lithe and graceful as he effortlessly swooped in for the kill.
Carlisle was a dangerous predator - there was no doubt about that. He had the controlled movements of a surgeon. Nothing was wasted - every step, every look, every movement. No matter how he may intend to mask it with good deeds outside of the forest, Carlisle was a killer. It is what he was meant to do, his sole purpose for being.
Edward smelled the blood coming from the kill, watching this beautiful creature take his fill. He dropped to his knees in front of Carlisle, still unaware of Edward’s presence. He sat there and watched, eager to lick the blood from Carlisle’s lips.
He made quick work of the small doe, pulling the last of his meal out before tossing the carcass to the side. He looked up, coming eye to eye with Edward. Red eyes fixed onto his golden ones and their lips found each other again.
There was no hesitation, only the feel of each others lips. There were only strong hands searching for purchase. There was only the smoothness of each other’s skin. There was only the coppery smell of blood between them, the taste of each others venom dancing in their mouths.
Clothing tore away like paper under their grasps, revealing cold marble skin glinting in the moonlight. Edward broke Carlisle’s kiss to trail his lips down his chest, following the coursing blood under the surface and leaving a trail of venom as he went. Carlisle bent down and buried his nose into copper hair.
Edward found perfect blonde hairs on his chest, rubbing his nose against them and feeling the softness they offered. His tongue reached out and trailed along the ridge of muscle, drawn to the smell of fresh blood surging under the skin. He followed it down further, finally nosing into a mass of soft blonde hair.
He inhaled Carlisle’s scent, a musky tang of venom combined with the sweetness of fresh blood. Pushing him back to lay flat on the ground, Edward reached out to grab Carlisle’s hardness, reveling in the silky feel of the outer skin sliding around the inner core, a trace of warmth still remaining. He heard Carlisle’s sharp intake of air at his touch, and he looked up to see Carlisle’s eyes locked on his. There were so many emotions there - desire, passion, want. Edward could hear no complaints in Carlisle’s mind.
Smiling to himself, he was happy he could bring such pleasure to this angel. And so he did what came on instinct - he stroked. Carlisle closed his eyes and threw back his head. “Oh my God . . . Edward,” he said as he pulled tight on his hair.
Edward stroked again, wanting a repeat of his reaction. It brought a smile to his face each time he heard moans and whimpers from Carlisle’s throat. With his free hand he reached up to explore the lines and valleys of Carlisle’s chest as the other hand continued its stroking.
He reached out with his tongue and gave an experimental swipe along Carlisle’s cock.
Carlisle cried out his name, bucking his hips against Edward’s hand. He could hear the pleasure in Carlisle’s mind. Smiling against the hard length, he reached out for another small taste. Carlisle grasped his hair tighter and groaned.
Encouraged, Edward moved up to the tip and gave a circular flick around the top. “Ahhh!” Carlisle moaned. Carlisle’s head was thrown back, his mouth open giving off short hard pants. ‘Again!’ Carlisle shouted in his mind. Edward looked back at Carlisle’s cock - lily white with a faint pink blush, a drop of venom on the tip. He licked his lips and began to lap it up with long strokes.
Carlisle screamed out his name. “G-g-goooddd! Edward!” he said, hips thrusting. Edward opened his mouth and took Carlisle’s length in.
He let his teeth barely graze the surface, sucking harder to draw out more of Carlisle’s venom into his mouth. His hand moved from Carlisle’s chest to trail down into the soft blonde hair at the base of his cock, and finally down to cup his testicles. He felt them tighten in his hand and he knew Carlisle was nearly at his limit, so he sucked harder while giving him another hard stroke. Carlisle’s moans were becoming more insistent.
He felt the contracting of muscles as Carlisle reached his climax, his mouth filling with bitter venom and he swallowed hard to get every drop. Edward grabbed onto Carlisle’s hips and held on, not ready to let go just yet. “Ahhhhh! Ah! Mmm - Edward!” Carlisle shouted out as he erupted into Edward’s mouth.
Spent at last his body went limp, his eyes closed as he fell back against the cold earth. Edward let go of his cock with one final flick of his tongue, causing Carlisle to shudder. He trailed kisses and worked his way up to come face to face with Carlisle.
Edward gave Carlisle his biggest smile, happy at seeing the utter satisfaction in his expression. “Are you still thirsty?” Edward said with a knowing smirk.
Carlisle grinned in return. “I will always be thirsty for that,” he said.‘And for your lips wrapped around my cock,’ he thought.
“I think that can be arranged,” Edward said with a huge smile. He knew he was going to enjoy being a vampire.
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