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Eden's Eclipse
By : MiriuOniaya
Category: Twilight Series > Slash
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Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or make any money from this story.
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A/N ; Ugh, sorry this took me so long. But I’m happy to have finally gotten another chapter. This is my favorite story to write. Enjoy.
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“Wow, you’re built pretty well, son.”
“Father.” Brielle calmly tried to get her parent’s attention. Unsuccessfully.
“Wicked looking cut, it’ll probably scar. But it’s a nice touch.”
“Dad.” Her brother was trying as well, but with a bit less patience, not bothering
to mask his slight displeasure at the fact that Barrett didn‘t know when to shut up.
“Maybe we could work out together some time. Do some manly, and family, bonding.”
“Father.” Neither one of the siblings seemed to be getting anywhere, and Brielle
silently cursed her father’s rambling, his childish curiosity keeping him going.
“Plus, gotta make sure you’re man enough to protect my little boy.”
“Dad!” Benji was frowning now as he stepped between the hulking form of their father, and the handsome blonde boy he’d brought home. “That’s enough! Tuck is cold and I need to clean his cut. Plus he needs to eat-” suddenly cutting off, Ben quickly turned his head towards Brielle, his thoughts sidetracked as he asked hopefully, “Hey Bri, did Lonna make that soup?”
The dark haired girl offered a soft reassuring smile, her brother‘s concern not lost on her,
“Yes, she did. While you take care of Tuck, I’ll go get it from her.”
“Whoa-ho, never thought I’d see you act like this, Benny-boy. Almost like a woman; caring and attentive, while still managing to have an attitude. What a hoot. I guess that’s what impri- Ouch!” Brielle removed her foot from on top of her father’s, turning a friendly smile on the tall blonde, before addressing her brother.
“Why don’t you take Tuck to the spare tent on the end, and work on getting him warm and that cut taken care of. I’ll see if I can get a fresh outfit for him from Dad’s clothes, along with that soup.” Benji looked very relieved, and gave her a thankful smile, before coaxing his partner out of the room.
It was already so obvious. Brielle had known almost instantly when she’d seen the way her brother had been helping the stranger along, taking care to support him if he needed it, oblivious to everyone around them. In a way, their father was right.
Ben always acted before he thought things out. He was a little on the wild side, and while not purposely inconsiderate, the younger boy was most often concerned about his own hide more so than anyone else’s. To see him looking out for someone else, so intently and without thought, was an odd sight.
Another thing that was easily noticed, was that Benji hadn’t yet realized what had happened. Everyone in the tribe knew what imprinting was, but a vague knowledge didn’t guarantee that you’d recognize it when it happened to you. And such was the case with her brother.
“What did you step on my foot for?” Barrett, her tall, strong, broad shouldered father, looked like a little kid who had been wrongly punished.
“That boy isn’t aware of what just happened. He’s human and imprinting doesn’t mean anything to him.” Brielle rested a hand lightly on her father’s arm, and gave him a warm smile, “It’s nice that you’re so willing to accept him, dad, but back off a little. Give them some time to get to know each other. Let Benji handle things on his own.”
“Okay.” Gently patting the arm her hand was on, Bri went about finding a spare set of clothes to lend their guest. While she shifted through things, the brown eyed girl couldn’t help it when her mind turned to another situation.
Why was Dante being so determinedly stubborn about it still? She knew things hadn’t been easy for the long haired male, but they also hadn’t been easy for someone else. Someone she cared for greatly. Something needed to change. To happen. They shouldn’t go on like this.
Her mind made up, Brielle soon exited with a small armful of clothing, and headed towards Ehlonna’s tent. There she hoped to pass off the bundle to either Kyrie or the redhead herself, and have one of the girls deliver the soup to her brother. She had something she needed to do.
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What?! How the- Reaching forward, he turned the boy around and stared down into those dark brown eyes. “You know that we imprinted? You know what imprinting is?” Jett was trying his hardest not to trip over his words in shock. How could the boy know? Was he just one of the few that were informed about people like Jett? Was he a human that associated with the nearby pack?

“Yes.” Those brown orbs met his for a moment, before lowering, “I know about a lot of things.” Jett continued to stare stupidly, not even realizing that gentle hands had begun guiding him to the bed until he was sitting on it. Oh Lord, there it was again. That sweet, intoxicating scent, mixed with his own.
Allowing his gaze to focus, his obsidian eyes landed on a large piece of black clothing, which completely hid everything, other than the cutie’s face and slender legs. Damn shirt. His shirt. Jett wanted to rip it off so it no longer blocked his gaze. And then he’d cover that lovely body in his scent himself. With his hands. And mouth. ‘Bad thoughts, bad thoughts, I will not get hard, I will not get hard.’
Even as he scolded himself, Jett couldn’t resist lifting his hands to settle them on the boy’s hips, the soft gasp that he elicited from those delicious looking lips sending a small spark of heat through him. Parting his legs, Jett gently pulled the youth between them, bringing them closer together. “What’s your name?”
“Eden.” It was only a soft whisper, but Jett heard him easily with their closeness. Leaning forward he rested the top of his head against Eden’s stomach, simply enjoying the contact. A sigh passed between his lips when fingers slid into his hair and began combing through his locks in a gentle caress. It felt so right, so good, the two of them like this.
After a few peaceful moments passed, Jett pulled away reluctantly, though his hands remained where they were. “If you know what imprinting is, then you know what this means. We’re- You and I are-”
“Together. I probably understand more than you know, Jett. I’ve had a good teacher. My uncle is the only family I have, but he’s told me of my parents and grandparents, and of my ancestors. Uncle Arrvo is a good story teller,” Jett looked up in time to catch a smile touching the other boy’s lips, “I’ll have to have him tell you one sometime.”
Eden was so calm, so understanding. It wasn’t what Jett had excepted. But he welcomed it. Suddenly an unanswered question from before resurfaced. “No.” He received a confused look in return. Shaking his head softly, a smile made it’s way onto Jett’s lips as well. “Melody. No, she doesn’t know that we imprinted. She was out of state, a wedding I think. She’s always had a crush on me, so you’re probably on her hate list right now.”
“Ohh.” Eden looked as if he was unsure whether or not to be disturbed by such information. But then that slim body shivered, and Jett forgot about Medusa as protective concern spiked in him. Cold. His cutie was cold. Where was he going to get clothes from?
His stuff was way too big. Dakoda and Dante were also huge no’s. And so were the girls, though he could picture Eden in a pair of form fitting blue jeans, and the image was drool-worthy. Well, that left the younger boys; Benji was a bit bigger and Makai was a skinny-as-a-stick teen. Briar was probably the closest in size.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Getting you out of this shirt.” It wasn’t until the words were out, that Jett realized how suggestive they sounded. He quickly looked up to see a blush passing over Eden’s face and couldn’t hold back a soft laugh. “I think Briar might have something close to your size, so you won’t have to walk around in just this.
“Not that I mind.” Jett couldn’t resist throwing in the last comment with a wink and a grin, a laugh tumbling from his lips when the boy in his arms blushed again. He squelched the urge to kiss Eden with an internal sigh. There would be time for that later. Jett didn’t want to rush anything, even if the lovely male was his imprinted.

‘Kisses later, clothes now.’ The wolf kept sending the message to his brain, but he really didn’t feel like moving right now; his hands were rather comfortable, and he enjoyed having Eden so close. He’d move, eventually.

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Margo was going to tear her hair out. Every long, silky, curly, honey brown strand. Ehlonna had run off to do something for Benji; Brielle had left looking very distracted; and she was trailed after by a curious Kyrie, who had apologized for leaving and begged Margo not to do anything rash. To her. Medusa.
So because everyone had suddenly been busy with one thing or another, Margo was stuck babysitting a mouthy Melody. And the blue eyed girl was quickly becoming very annoyed by the constant whining filling her ears. “. . .to some little boytoy. Red needs to keep to her own business, and that brat shouldn’t even be here.”
There was one tiny little thing that prevented Margo from giving the girl a good smack. Or rather, a couple of things. The thought of Teak’s silent disappointment, the possibility of a scolding or chores from Ehlonna or Koda, and the chance that her hand would leave a mark on Medusa’s pretty face.
Not that Margo wouldn’t get satisfaction from the release of frustration, but it seemed a shame to mar the -look at me, I’m so perfect- princess’ loveliness. Melody really was a looker, when she didn’t have a sour or jealous expression on her face. No, as much as Margo couldn’t stand the brunette brat, there were times where she thought that if she gagged the other female, she might be able to stand her presence, and even like her.

“That’s it, I’m going to go back. If I can get Jett away from that boy, we could actually talk, since ‘Lonna rudely interrupted us before.” That was it. Before Melody could storm out, Margo was on her feet and grabbing a hold of her arm. She wasn’t surprised when the emerald eyed girl struggled, shrieking to be let go. But Margo held on until they were face to face, staring each other down.

“Listen here, Mel. Something seemed to have gone over your head. Way over. That boy that you saw with Jett? That is his mate.” Mel tensed visibly, pure disbelief evident on her face. “They imprinted last night. You probably don’t know what that is, since you’ve never taken a real interest in being part of the tribe. So let me spell it out for you; the ‘boytoy’ is staying.”
The brunette’s confidence seemed to waver, unsureness creeping into emerald green orbs. But Margo kept going, fueled by her frustration, her grip unconsciously tightening around Melody‘s arm. “News flash; Jett. Does. Not. Like you.” Margo spat the words out in a harsh tone, gritting her teeth together. “I doubt anyone does! People would be able to admire your beauty and tolerate your presence if you weren’t such a selfish bitch, ugly on the inside.”
Silence hung thickly between them for what felt like a long time. Margo felt herself quickly calming down, and Mel looked stunned and. . . .hurt? No traces of anger remained in either of them, and guilt actually had the balls to try worming into Margo’s emotions. But she wasn’t sorry. At least not completely sorry, and she wasn’t about to apologize. It was damned time someone said something to Miss Medusa.
Even if some of what she said had been fueled by her own personal feelings, Margo wasn’t going to clue Melody in on that. She could go on thinking that the blonde loathed her entirely, and maybe she’d be smart enough to back off. Jett wouldn’t take kindly to any harsh words or actions against his newly imprinted.

When Melody remained still, the blue eyed girl sighed softly, releasing her arm slowly. “Look, just think about it, okay. I don’t want to deal with you anymore. ‘Lonna or one of the other girls should be back soon, I’m going. Don’t cause any trouble, and for goodness sakes; leave Jett alone.” And with that, Margo took herself, and her love-hate feelings for Mel, and left.
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Briar was feeling a bit down. Jett had imprinted, and on top of that he’d been the hero, saving his new mate from the hands of unkind humans. Not only that, but he’d heard that his brother had brought home some guy from the forest, and was now playing nursemaid while probably thinking up ways to end up with a new boyfriend. And Briar? He was still lovesick over a man who would never want him.
Knowing that Jett -his good friend and leader- and Ben -his own twin- both had someone, made Briar feel lonely. Right now he was debating whether it was better to seek out Dante and silently feed his crush on the man, or if he should just stay away to not feel the almost painful fluttering of his heart when he was around the older man.

As he thought, Briar was walking through the village, passing tents, not set upon a certain destination. However, he paused when his sister’s voice reached him. His curiosity tugged him in her direction, for though her voice was somewhat distant, Briar could hear the emotion in it. He soon realized it was coming from the tent Dante occupied, and the brown eyed boy drew closer.
“. . . .can’t go on, Dante! With it happening to Jett and Benji, it’s just nagging at me. I know it isn’t easy for you, but he’s my brother.” Briar’s eyes widened at the sound of Brielle actually standing up to Dante.

“This has nothing to do with you.” His voice was emotionless, as always, though Briar thought he heard a small bite in the wolf’s words. Obviously Dante was very uncomfortable with whatever was happening right now.
“She’s right, Dante.” That was Kyrie. Was it just the three of them? “It’s been a few years now. Have your feelings changed at all? Are you really still so resentful of the situation? Has your anger not dulled with time? Give it a chance.” Briar had inched closer with every sentence, and now if he were careful, he could peer into the tent from in between the opening. What were they talking about?

Just as his eyes landed on Dante’s tall form, the long haired male spoke again, this time with clenched fists, “It’s my situation to deal with. Briar and I are imprinted, so it stays between us.” Briar. Imprinted. Us. His mouth went dry, heart freezing in his chest, eyes locked onto a pair of black orbs that even now weren’t aware of him.

“Briar.” Brielle’s shocked gasp did the trick though, Dante’s eyes following hers and crashing into Briar’s wide brown depths. His sister’s voice also seemed to unfreeze him from where he stood, for Briar was soon running, his emotions a jumbled mess. Tears half-blinded him, and he felt so cold. Dante was his imprinted, and he still didn’t want Briar. That caused his heart to do so much more than flutter painfully. It wrenched horribly in his chest.

Two strong arms grabbed Briar around the waist, stopping him from going any further, and pulling him back against a solid wall of warmth. A warmth he would normally have embraced, but instead he trembled without knowing it as tears spilled down his face. “Briar.” That voice broke through to him. It always would. Dante. “There is so much you don’t know.”

Briar remained quiet, staring off at nothing, feeling a million times worse than he had earlier. He was somewhat aware when one of the arms around him slid down to the bend in his knees, and he was smoothly scooped up into Dante‘s arms, held securely against his warm body. Briar laid limply during the walk back into the tent in a daze, not blushing as he would have usually, still too stunned and hurt.

The cushion beneath him told Briar that Dante had set him down in the only chair. The warmth moved away, and Briar missed it instantly. Looking up, he was concerned when he saw the long haired man facing away from him, his stance tense. Even as he was hurting, Briar wanted to comfort Dante. But he wanted, needed answers.
Imprinted. It seemed to be fully hitting him, now that the shock was wearing off. Suddenly his feelings for Dante made sense. Briar had liked the other male from the first instant. Thinking back, he’d always thought it had started as simple infatuation. But Dante had always meant something to him. All this time, the brunette had been suffering from unrequited love, to the extreme. Swallowing, the teen licked his lips, eyes on the floor, hands fidgeting in his lap. “H-how long?”
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Eden's Eclipse