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Ash, Oak, Birch, and Yew

Flora Winters

I do not own anything that has to do with Twilight, even though I wish I did.

Summary: A gorgeous blonde comes to town and Edward feels like his nose is going to twitch right off and bounce along after the yummy goodness. This story will contain boys love, just because it’s the best. That means there will be boy on boy action. So, if you aren’t down with this kind of thing, then please, move on to another story that better suits your refined tastes. This story will also contain some strong language here and there. There will also be some explicit scenes of violence as well. So, sit back and enjoy the ride. Pay no attention to the bumps. They’re just random people being smashed along the road toward greater things. Oh, damn! I just hit a vampire. Shoot! He was sexy, too.

Chapter Five

Everybody look at me, me
I walk in the door you start screaming
Come on everybody whatcha here for?
Move your body around like a nympho
Everybody get your necks to crack around
All you crazy people come on jump around
I want to see you all on your knees, knees
You either want to be with me, or be me

--Nelly Furtado

The great and terrible Zombie Apocalypse was upon them all. People were running and screaming in hellish terror as hoards of the undead overtook them. The tearing of flesh and the snapping of bones seemed to fill the stinking air.

Okay, David thought to himself as he tore his glued eyes away from the frightening scene before him, maybe this movie wasn’t such a good idea after all.

He looked to see that Edward looked totally engrossed in it. He had that crooked smirk on his handsome face. Ah, it was so damn wicked!

A half rotted corpse jumped out of the shadows, snapping its jaws hard enough to cause its own teeth to shatter in its rotting head. David yelped and nearly jumped out of his seat. The zombie took the screaming man down with flesh ripping ease.

“Hey,” Edward said, taking his hand in his cool one. “Are you scared?”

David shook his head. “I was just surprised, that’s all.”

Edward chuckled and it sent chills racing up his spine. Oh, that was such a lie. He was scared out of his mind.

It was so funny. He really should be laughing right now. He was sitting here in a dark movie theatre, with a real vampire, and he was only terrified of the zombies on the screen. What was wrong with this?

“Oh, shit!” He cried out when rotting tentacles rose up on either side of the tiny boat. It was a fucking zombie squid. It was a fucking squid. These Hollywood bitches had gone too far this time. He practically had his arms wrapped around Edward’s neck.

“Help us!” A teenager shrieked only to fall, screaming into the water. He was pulled under by something unseen and all that was left of him was churning bloody froth.

Edward was laughing. He was laughing! It was so wrong and so damn sexy, too!

“It’s just a movie,” he said, putting a comforting arm around his shoulders.

“Tell that to the zombie Jaws!” David hissed, pointing at the dead shark that had jumped out of the water and into the boat with the screaming teens.

Edward snickered. “This is better than any Resident Evil.”

“What the fuck is that?” David nearly screamed like a five year old girl.

“Oh,” Edward snorted. “That would be a whale.”

“Oh my god,” David said, burying his face against Edward’s shoulder. “It’s Shamoo!”

They were the only two people in the whole room. Apparently the film was so damn scary and violent, people needed therapy afterwards. Reviewers had said they could hear the dead walking through the shadows, coming for them. They could hear the snapping of jaws and smell the stink of rotting flesh.

Edward howled with laughter as he snatched David around the waist. “One, two, the zombies are coming for you!”

“That six year old was snatched out of his mother’s arms by a zombie dolphin,” David said, turning around to look at him. His eyes were so wide. “I’m never going to Seaworld again.”

“Are you hungry?” Edward asked, letting him go.

David just looked at him. “Are you out of your mind?”

Edward shrugged his shoulders, grinning. “I was only asking.”

“You can’t leave me alone tonight,” David said, walking beside him down the sidewalk. “You have to stay even after the sun come up.”

“Were you really afraid?” Edward stopped, asking in concern. “I thought you were just teasing.”

“No! I was not afraid!” He lied, crossing his arms. “I just want you to stay the night.”

Edward smirked, poking him. “You’re a little liar.”

“Maybe I was only a little afraid,” David said, walking away, turning to look back at him with frightened eyes. “It was a fucking zombie dolphin, Ed! They made Flipper a fucking zombie.”

Edward snorted. “It was only a movie.”

“Look at us!” David said, showing himself off like a golden dressed trophy. “We’re only movies, too.”

Edward smiled warmly. “You got me there, Dave.”

David wrapped his arms around himself. “That was really scary.”

“Come on,” Edward said, taking him by the hand, giving the evilest look known to vampire and humankind to a group of straights that quickly and quietly passed them by. “I know of a fun place that will dance the scared right out of you.”

David laughed. “I don’t think we’re old enough to get into a club.”

Edward laughed. “It’s for us teeny-boppers.”

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“Order anything that you want,” Edward said, smiling as he handed him the menu.

David took it from him and pretended to look through it. There was no way he could eat after watching all that. He could see those squeezing tentacles and hear those rotting dolphin squeals. There was no way in hell he was going to be able to close his eyes tonight. He could see that baby being chomped to bloody bits.

The music was loud and there were teens on the floor, dancing to Madonna. Any minute now they would all start going into death spasms and come after him with snapping jaws of doom.

He shivered and dropped the menu onto the table. He felt like such a little pussy. He could kick the shit out of an overgrown mountain lion, but he was terrified of a movie.

He shook his head. It was only a retarded movie. It was only a retarded movie that scared the hell out of him. He shook his head again. He could have mentally punched all those smelly whores to the moon.

“I’ll just have water,” he said, resting his head on his golden arms. “With an orange slice, please.”

Edward cocked a yummy brow. “Is that all? Are you sure?”

David nodded. “I have a weak stomach.”

“This coming from the guy who ripped off a mountain lion’s own tail and beat it with it like it were Xena, Warrior Princess’s whip,” Edward said, rubbing his head.

David sniffed. “That wasn’t me.”

“Oh,” Edward said, leaning in close. “Then who was that sexy man?”

“That was me,” David said, turning his face away. “But it wasn’t. That was me scared and pissed and…”

Edward kissed his head. “And…”

“Regressing,” David whispered.

Edward slowly pulled away. “Regressing?”

“I was having one of my moments,” he said, feeling ashamed. “I don’t really want to go there right now.”

“Okay,” Edward said, shockingly allowing it to hang like that. “Then how about I take you over there?”

“Huh?” David asked.

Edward smirked. “Come dance with me.”

“Are you crazy?” David hissed. “They could all turn into snarling zombies at any moment.”

“Then I’ll make you their Queen,” Edward grinned, nuzzling his cheek with his nose. “And we shall all dance to Thriller.”

David snorted. He could actually picture that in his mind. Oh, it was the stuff of nightmares.

“Plus, I’m being really good right now,” Edward whispered, suddenly having his face pressed firmly against his tan throat. “Do you have any idea how sexy you look in these jeans? I’ve been warring on not tackling you to the ground ever since you walked down your stairs.”

David’s emerald-blue eyes were wide and heated witch such pleasure. He loved the feel of Edward’s cold flesh against his own smoldering flesh. Those icy lips were teasing him and he jumped with want when Edward snarled.

He wrapped his arms around Edward’s neck when the kiss took him. It was like he was floating in a soothing pool of cool turquoise water. Edward’s kiss was like a blizzard and he was the raging fire.

He moaned when those cruel lips pulled away from his own. Edward’s eyes were as black as onyx flames. He couldn’t break away from them. He didn’t want to.

“Come on,” Edward said, rising to his feet. “I want to dance with you.”

David’s face was so hot. Hell, his whole body was hot.

“I don’t really think I should move right now,” he said, biting his bottom lip. It hurt to move.

Edward smirked. “Oh, why is that?”

David looked away from him. “My jeans are too tight at the moment.”

“I know,” Edward said, gazing down with sinfully gorgeous eyes. “You smell…so good.”

David nearly had a creamy accident right there. The way Edward had said that made his right knee jerk. He would have fallen flat on his face had he been standing up.

“Should I imitate a zombie?” Edward asked. “Would that make it go down?”

“Probably not,” David said, wanting to punch him. “I have a thing for dead guys, apparently.”

“Oh,” Edward said, showing fang. “Nasty.”

David snorted. “Shut up, Janet.”

“I’m a very patient man,” Edward said, sitting back down beside him. “Let us both take a deep breath and begin to slowly imagine your grandmother dancing around a pole to Alice Cooper’s Poison while only wearing a leopard print thong.”

David mentally took a hold of Edward’s hair with invisible hands and messed it up. He only succeeded in making him look even more mouth-wateringly delicious.”

“Well?” Edward asked. “Is it working?”

David nodded. “It’s getting there.”

Edward clapped his hands, smiling like Dr. Evil. “Excellent.”

David rolled his eyes, pushing him out of the booth.

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David was looking out his window as Edward drove through the light mist and rain. He had had a lot of fun on his date. In fact, it had been his best date ever. That included the flesh eating zombies as well. Next time he would bring an arsenal of Glade.

“You’re a really good dancer,” Edward said, squeezing his hand. “I thought you and that girl were about to pop off.”

“She would have lost,” David said, turning to look at him. “And she wasn’t a girl.”

Edward chuckled. “Close enough.”

“You dance well, too,” he told him. “There was a moment where I actually had to stop myself.”

Edward glanced over at him.

“I was going to rip your shirt off,” he said, laughing. “And swing it around it the air over my head as I showed that drag queen how to dance like the real Paula Abdul.”

Edward snorted. “We’d be dancing on a floor of blood.”

“Why’s that?” David asked.

“Because, I’m so hot,” Edward said, turning the wheel. “Everyone on that floor would have passed out from nosebleeds.”

David shook his head. “I can’t take you anywhere.”

Edward smiled. “You really can’t.”

“So,” David said, leaning over. “Will you stay the night with me?”

Edward grinned. “What will you give me?”

David reached up with a warm finger, tracing his smooth jaw line, and leaned in, planting a kiss on his porcelain smooth cheek. “I’ll give you a warm body to snuggle up to.”

He felt Edward’s body tense just a little and he slowly pulled away from him. Had he said something wrong?

“I might give you a cold,” Edward said.

David shook his head, leaning back towards him again. “I’ve never had a cold.”

“Really?” Edward asked, looking at him.

He nodded. “I’ve never been sick.”

“Well, I think that’s a lie,” Edward said, looking back at the road. “You so have a fever for me.”

David rolled his eyes and then said. “Why don’t you take my temperature then?”

“Bend over and open them cheeks wide,” Edward chuckled.

David gawked. Did he really just say that....in a drop your pants sexy voice?

“Breathe,” Edward advised. “I swear, you blondes have to be reminded of the simplest of tasks.”

“If you actually needed to breathe,” David growled. “I’d gladly strangle you.”

“Oh,” Edward smiled. “Even so, I’d love to feel your hands tighten around my throat.”

David’s eyes suddenly widened in confused fright and Edward slammed the brakes on. The car slid to a screeching stop. The only sound was the engine, windshield wipers, and the falling rain.

“What the hell was that?” David finally managed to ask as Edward lowered his arm from in front of him. He had used his arm like a second seatbelt for the blonde.

Edward’s eyes were all aglow with black molten gold. He was gripping the wheel so tight it was warping.

“That was a dog, right?” He asked, looking at him. “That was just a really big doggy.”

Edward was more still than a statue at a museum.

A sudden howl filled their ears. It was long, loud, and sounded almost human. It sent chills racing down David’s spine and not in the good way.

“Okay,” he said, letting out a shaky breath. “Maybe it wasn’t a doggy.”

Edward slowly turned his head and it was eerily spooky in its slowness. Those radiant black eyes were burning into him. “What do you think it was?”

“Something that needs to be very, very careful,” David said, fighting to keep his breathing under control. The windows were rattling and the review mirror cracked. “I can be scary, too.”

Edward undid his seatbelt and wrapped his arms around him. “You’re so fixing my mirror.”

“You think you’re so funny,” David hissed, squeezing him tight. He was terrified all over again. “That doggy was walking upright, Edward.”

“Calm down,” Edward cooed, stroking his back. “It’s gone.”

David didn’t want to let him go and he didn’t want him to let go either. But, they were stopped in the road and needed to get moving. Even Forks had traffic…sometimes.

“I’m fine,” David lied, letting him go. “But, you’re so staying the night now.”

Edward nodded, putting the car into gear. He drove the speed limit and held David’s hand. David thought he looked like he was having a conversation in his head with someone.

His mom and grandma were enjoying some hot tea on the porch. The two of them were discussing crocodiles and why they were worshipped as gods in ancient Egypt. They were in no way waiting up to scold their treasure and his new ‘friend’ should they be even one second late.

“Did you have a good time?” Mrs. Thorn asked, turning as David led Edward up the steps to where they were sitting.

He nodded his head. “I could have done without the zombies.”

Edward pouted. “But, it was your idea.”

David rolled his eyes. “And, which of course, you should have talked me out of.”

“Zombies?” David’s grandmother asked, cocking a well shaped silver brow. “Has the apocalypse started already?”

“No, mother,” Mrs. Thorn chuckled, patting her knee. “That’s not until 2012. We have time.”

“Oh,” Granny said, rising to her feet. “I’ll go put on some more tea then.”

David watched her off and nearly jumped when his mother asked how their ‘date’ had gone. Did she say date? There was no way she could have just said that.

“He was a perfect gentleman,” Edward purred like a sexy tom. “He kept his hands and mouth all to himself in that big dark movie complex.”

David’s jaw hit the porch and his mother’s left eye twitched. Were they glowing? Oh, sweet Jesus! He very cautiously put himself into a position where he could easily push Edward to the ground should she hurl a fireball at him.

She suddenly started laughing and shook her head. David let out a tiny sigh of relief. He had thought her about to explode and torch everything in sight.

“Well,” she said, sobering slowly. “You are the first to make me laugh.”

Edward grinned and David was amazed. This was true. He was so happy. His mother had not gone Nuclear.

“So,” she said. “Your father is a doctor?”

Edward nodded.

“What does your mother do?” She asked.

Edward cocked his head to the side. “She cleans house.”

Mrs. Thorn snorted again. “Twice in one night…very good.”

“Mom,” David growled. “I’m starting to get angry.”

She sat back with a warm smile on her pretty face. He knew it could ignite a whole forest in seconds if it pleased her.

“What?” She asked, folding her arms. “Can’t I talk to your handsome man?”

Edward smiled and it was wickedly crooked. He was so damn dazzlingly dreamy.

“He smells good, too,” she said, smiling even bigger.

“Come on,” David snapped, grabbing his vampire by the wrist, strolling angrily towards the front door.

“I’m kidding, sugar,” she called to him. “Come back here.”

“What?” Edward asked with mock horror on his face. “Do I not smell good?”

She howled with laughter and stomped her foot. “You’re a trip.”

Edward chuckled and it was so damn deep. He was like chocolate, white and orgasmic.

“I would love to meet your parents,” she said, calming down.

Edward nodded. “That would be nice.”

“All right then,” she said, waving them off. “I’ll have Davy let you know.”

“Are you sure you’re done embarrassing me?” David asked her.

“For now,” she giggled, shaking her head. “And keep your door open. I don’t want any funny business going on.”

He growled and stalked off with a smiling vampire in tow. The taller teen must be eating this up. His mom was such a nightmare.

“Hey,” Edward said when they reached his bedroom. “Did you find my shoes?”

David nodded, walking over to his closet. He opened up the door, dug around, and pulled them out.

“You put them in a shoebox?” He asked.

David nodded, blushing.

“Why are you blushing?” He asked, sitting down on the bed.

“You do smell good,” David said, putting the box down on his dresser. “And…”

Edward cocked a brow in question and then grinned. “You sniffed my shoes?”

David wished he was like his grandmother. He could just sink down through the floor and run away.

“They didn’t stink,” he said, trying to look at him. “They smelled really…good.”

“Every inch of me smells like a forbidden paradise,” Edward said matter of fact. “I smell yummy all the time.”

David’s head swam. Edward looked so sexy, sitting on his bed like that.

“And,” Edward said, licking his upper lip with a lazy flick of his red tongue. “So do you.”

David leaned back against his dresser in order to keep from falling over backwards. Edward was on his feet, stalking towards him in eerie slow motion. It was like a wet dream.

“I have to go,” he said, pulling him into a gentle hug. “But, I’ll be back when you’re asleep.”

David nodded his head, hugging him back. “My windows open.”

He walked him out with his box.

“Bye, Edward!” Mrs. Thorn called from the sitting room. “You buckle up and drive slow now!”

“Will do,” he called back. “Thanks!”

David stopped him at the top of the first step which led down by wrapping his arms around his waist. He rested his head against his broad back. “Call me when you get home.”

“Okay,” he said.

“I…I’m scared,” he whispered, squeezing him tight, softly smiling when Edward touched his hands. “That thing…”

“I’ll be back,” Edward said, Terminator style, turning around to hold him with his free arm. “And we’ll talk about it.”

“All right,” he said, letting go, and backing up.

He waved and Edward was gone in a silent blur. The car started and pulled out of his drive.

“Hmm,” he pondered, tapping his jaw, thinking of anything to get the scary out of his head. “I wonder who would win, him or Clark Kent?”

He turned to look at the woods. A shiver ran down his spine. What the hell had that thing been? He did have an idea, but he didn’t want to voice it aloud. He went back in, locking both doors behind him.

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“Mom,” David said, getting off the phone with Edward, shattering his thirteenth picture frame since the argument began. “Edward is different. He’s not like…”

“He’s a man!” She roared.

“What am I?” He yelled, breaking his fourteenth.

“A rose,” Granny said, knitting in the rocking chair. “A beautiful rose that any horny male would love to pick.”

“I have thorns, Granny!” He yelled, stomping his foot in anger. “I’m stronger now. I can take care of myself!”

“You’re my baby,” Mrs. Thorn said, fighting to calm down. “And I will not allow some little bastard…”

“Shut up!” David snapped like emerald-blue lightning, sending the coffee table flying into the wall with a violent crash. It fell to the floor with a loud bang. “He protected me!”

Mrs. Thorn froze. “What?”

Granny looked up. “Protected you?”

He hissed and turned away from them. Shit! The lamp exploded to his right.

“Don’t even think about it!” Mrs. Thorn gasped, pointing at him. Her solid crystal unicorn on the other table was rattling. “I’ll melt every one of your CD’s, mister. And I’ll giggle as you cry, too.”

He quickly fought to calm himself. He knew that included movies and video-games, too.

“How did he protect you?” She asked, calming down, too. “What did he protect you from?”

He told her, omitting certain details in order to keep the house from pulling a Stephen King’s Carrie. That would be hard to explain should people be passing by at this late hour.

“He was going to do that?” She asked in shock, looking away. “Just so you could run away?”

He nodded. It was the honest truth.

“You knocked him out?” Granny asked, snorting. “And sent that kitty screaming?”

He nodded again. He was lying through his pearly whites with that one.

“He would have been killed,” Mrs. Thorn whispered, folding her arms across her chest in shame.

“He gave me his keys and told me to run,” he told them once more.

“Well,” Granny said, putting her knitting down. She was making a shawl, using the queen’s pearls and rubies. “This is a stud of another color.”

David smiled. Edward really was a stud.

“I see,” his mother said, shaking her head. “I’m sorry, Honey. I really, really am.”

“I know you get scared when boys come around,” he said, forcing the memory from his mind. “But, not all of them will be like him.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered again.

He knew what she was seeing. She was seeing him with a busted lip, a black eye, and torn clothing. He had been covered in grass stains and mud.

He walked over to where she was now sitting, went down on his knees, and put his head in her lap. “Edward will never hurt me.”

She gently rubbed his head. “And if he does…”

He closed his eyes. “It won’t be on purpose.”

She lowered her head, resting it on his. “I’ll allow it.”

That made him smile. He had won.

“What was in the shoebox?” Granny asked.

David quickly lied. “He wanted to borrow my horror comics.”

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Edward was on the bed and he was standing at the window. He didn’t know what to say. Now he really could see all those zombies coming after him in the mist.

“A werewolf?” He asked, turning around to look at him.

Edward nodded his head. “We think it a rogue.”

David blinked. “Rogue?”

“There are rules,” Edward said. “And this puppy broke them.”

“Rules?” He asked.

“Yeah,” Edward said. “It’s a long history.”

David pursed his lips. “Could that thing come here?”

“I’m not sure why it would,” Edward told him. “But…it is possible.”

David bit his bottom lip. He could see his mother now. Forks wouldn’t survive it.

“My two brothers and two sisters are out looking for it,” he said, sitting up on the pillows. “They like to punish naughty critters.”

David actually laughed. “Critters?”

Edward shrugged, holding out a hand. “Come here.”

David walked over, crawled onto the bed, and lied down next to him. “What are these rules?”

“Simple,” Edward told him, gliding a cool hand up under his t-shirt, rubbing his smooth back. “We stay on our side of the line and they stay on theirs.”

“Line?” David asked, concentrating on the hand. “They?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Edward told him, scooting closer. “Your mom can roast were-dogs for our family get-together and my parents will bring the buns with the chips.”

David buried his face into his pillow to muffle his laughter. He could so see that in his head and quickly sobered. He turned his face to look at the sexy vampire. “Are they bad?”

“Evil to the core,” Edward said, only to smile. “No, not really, they’re just stupid and smell bad.”

David cocked a brow.

“My kind hates them and their kind hates us,” he said. “It’s been this way since before I was even born. Hell, it’s been this way long before the whole white-black, which ethnicity is better thing. The vampire-werewolf warring really does have to do with race.”

“Why?” David asked.

“The werewolves see us as unnatural,” he said. “They see us as parasites that live off humanity.”

“But, you don’t.” David said.

“I used to,” Edward said, looking at him with glittering gold eyes. “But not all vampires are like my family. Not all of us try to coexist with the human race.”

David lowered his eyes from his. “They can turn into wolves. How is that natural?”

“A vampire is dead and cold,” Edward whispered, sounding a little sad. “A werewolf is alive and warm…covered in flees.”

“Fuck that!” David said, wrapping an arm around him. “I’m sure they’ve torn some humans to shreds, too.”

“Of course they have,” Edward said. “They just refuse to admit it. They see us as the monsters. They refuse to admit that they all used to be just a pack of wild dogs doing whatever they liked.”

David put his face to his hard chest and sighed angrily. Edward smelled divine. He smelled like some wildflower.

“If you’re a monster,” he whispered, gently sliding both hands up under Edward’s snug cotton shirt, feeling how cold and hard his rippling abs were. “What does that make me and my family?”

“Hell’s royalty,” Edward snorted, mussing his golden locks. “Your mother is Lucy Morningstar.”

David laughed. “You have no idea.”

“Does she like me?” He asked.

“She allowed you to come up to my room knowing we’re dating,” David said, feeling his hard chest and bulging pecks. His skin was so smooth, cool, and hard as marble, yet soft as silk. “What does that say?”

“I smell a test,” he said, kissing his forehead.

David shook his head, smiling. “You passed.”

“I did?” He asked. “What letter?”

“An A,” David told him.

“What?” Edward asked in shock, pouting with those garnet red lips. “No plus?”

“It’s my mother,” he said.

“Ah,” Edward said, putting a long muscular leg over his. “Now, about you sniffing my shoes…”

“I’m an American,” he said, lowering his head away from him. “I don’t have to answer anything. I plead the fifth.”

“Uh huh,” Edward said, softly tickling him.

“It was only for a second,” he hissed, squirming under his hands. “I had to know.”

“Know what?” Edward asked, cocking a brow. “You had to know if my feet stink or what?”

“I have this…sickness.”

“Oh,” Edward smiled with fang, snarling against his throat. “You like feet.”

David blushed like a garden full of roses. His deepest, darkest, most evil secret had been dug up. He wanted to roll off the bed, crawl under it, and hide in the shadows.

“Tell me something and I want you to be honest with me.”

Okay,” David muttered, cheeks burning.

“Aren’t me feet the sexiest you’ve ever seen?”

David mentally screamed and his bed jumped with the both of them. He gasped when Edward was suddenly on top of them, growling like something had just tried to attack.

“Was that you?” He asked. His eyes were so black it was scary. It was such a turn on.

David slowly nodded. “I’m sorry.”

They both listened. Nobody was waking up.

Edward lowered his face, plating kisses along his tan throat. David gripped his muscular arms when he felt the slightest grazing of teeth. It made him even harder than what he already was. Edward smelled like a garden of honeysuckle. It was so intoxicating. He was so fucking high.

“Well?” Edward asked, teasing his left earlobe. It caused his left leg to twitch.

“I’ve…I’ve seen sexier,” he lied.

Edward snarled like a giant cat, kissing his smooth golden jaw line. “You lie.”

David moaned. He was burning up. He wasn’t about to admit to anything. Edward had too much power. He wasn’t about to give him more.

Edward licked his cheek, sighing with a creamy voice. “You’re sweating.”

“And you’re driving me crazy,” he said, turning his face to the side.

“What do you want to do about it?” Edward asked, smiling wickedly.

“Can I?” He asked, turning to look up into his dazzling face. “Can I touch you?”

Edward held his balance on one hand and guided David’s down with his other. David’s emerald eyes widened with molten blue lust. Edward was hard as a rock in his jeans, literally. A vampire could have an erection.

Edward snarled like what a hissing crocodile would sound like when David gently squeezed his organ. The sound caused David’s own root to twitch violently and his mouth gaped as he filled the front of his sweats with his seed.

Edward smirked wickedly. “Did you just…”

He couldn’t answer him. He was too busy panting for much needed oxygen to his starving brain.

“Hey,” Edward said, kissing his bottom lip while he panted like some overheated puppy under him. “Could I…”

David’s eyes widened when Edward finished his question. He wanted to lick him clean? All he could do was gasp, “No fangs.”

Edward kissed him again as he gently pulled his sweats down. David clenched his black comforter. His feet squirmed as Edward’s tongue drove him mad all over again. He managed to raise his head, to see that Edward’s moth white skin was glowing like a full moon. He gasped at such hotness and bucked his hips again, making Edward snicker as he licked away the second mess.

“Wow,” Edward moaned, pulling his pants back up, resting his head on his toned tummy. “I’ve not tasted apples in so long.”

David cradled his head, closing his eyes.

“You’re my forbidden fruit,” Edward said, kissing the inside of his golden wrist, wrapping his arms around his thighs. “I’m never letting you go.”

David smiled. Those zombies and werewolves could go fuck each other up a tree laced with napalms for Jesus. Nothing was going to fuck up his dreams tonight.

Edward was gently shimmering like a full moon on top of him.

“Don’t leave,” he whispered.

Edward kissed his bellybutton and scooted up to pull him into his arms. “I won’t.”

David couldn’t move. He was a limp golden noodle. His bones were jelly. He slowly drifted off, mouthing, “When can I…”

Edward just hummed and stunning darkness took the blonde under its warm wings.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think. I’m so sorry that it has been forever since I last updated. I’ve been so busy with other things and I blame whatever god is responsible for it. I shall find his or her temple and burn it to the ground. Yes, yes I shall! I shall show them not to fuck with my muse. Oh, no, Sir! He/She will learn, goddamn it!

Blessings to you all

Flora.
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