herumtreiber

Title: Accompanied sonata
Author:

herumtreiber
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Edward/Jacob
Word count: 1,143
Warnings: A bit of Bella bashing
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does. Nor do I make any money from this writing.
Notes: This occurs just after Eclipse. Edward mulls over his upcoming marriage.

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EPOV

I ran through the woods, unmindful of the darkness of the new moon. It was welcome oblivion and at the same time a true reflection of my darkening feelings, for I was trapped.

Actually I never thought Bella would want to marry. I knowingly played on her fear of commitment. I wanted her to be free, to remain alive… a part of my mind wanted to be rid of her.

Aro’s words kept swirling in my head. He’d said ‘la tua cantante’ as he exchanged a knowing look with me. The Volturi were cruel beyond human ken, but they were also wise with the knowledge acquired through the centuries, the millennia they’d spent lording over their domain in Tuscany - when the known world was contained within the shores of a continent in the Old World.

The sound of crunching leaves accompanied my frenzied running like the tremolo in a Chopin concerto. The night was cold, as frigid as my skin and the unbeating heart within. I knew I would not get rid of this eternal coldness lying side by side with my soon to be undead wife, and my feeling of hopelessness grew.

In my mind, Aro’s comment awakened something I feared ever since I met Bella. It hinted that was all she was - the person whose blood sang to me, that it was a physical attraction, the imperative that all vampires must follow. Nothing less... and nothing more.

Bella remained immune to my powers, her mind as impenetrable as the clouds over Forks. She was the cool counterpart to the cacophony of the jumbled thoughts emanating from the rest of the mortals.

But in the end, was this enough to tie myself to Bella for all eternity? To the person I could manipulate at will?

Just then, a juggernaut of impressions assaulted my head, long before the trembling in the earth alerted me to his presence. There was confusion and anger broiling just below the surface of his mind. Where Bella was closed and mysterious, this man was blatant and open.

I stopped in the middle of a clearing and crouched, ready to defend myself. I smirked when the huge lumbering beast crashed through the brush, snarling.

“What are you doing here, mutt?”

Jacob growled, his mind wild and untamed. You’re near our border, fucking leech from hell!

“No need to be so offensive, Jacob.”

Don’t call me that, and get out of my mind, leech! growled the russet-colored wolf, his stance shouting he was ready to pounce on me.

I stepped forward, intent on needling this man that escaped my every attempt to confine him. This shapeshifter whose mind was as fluid as the moon that presided over his kind. “I might need to teach you some manners, Jake - now that I’ll marry your best friend.”

Jacob shifted in an instant. In the darkness I used my sharpened perception to drink his silhouette, his broad shoulders tapering to a slim waist. His impossibly handsome face twisted in a grimace of disgust and Jacob seemed ready to jump me.

In that instant the world shifted. I realized that all the tension and the brawling; teasing Jake with Bella - kissing her in front of him - was a twisted, sadistic form of courting. We were two fools, trying to outdo each other, not really vying for Bella - we wanted to impress each other.

Jacob must have sensed this, smelled my excitement, for I could see his cock slowly growing erect. He’d forgotten the denim shorts tied with a slim cord to his heel.

Leering at him, I took his warm thick flesh in my palm, fisting his cock. It was scalding hot, a dim reflection of the thoughts churning in my mind.

I gave up trying to fight my feelings; when Jacob took a step back, reluctantly trying to break our contact, I sneered.

“Don’t fight this, mutt!” I could read Jacob very well. The man was riddled with guilt, careful as ever of Bella’s feelings.

Sneering, I kept my delightful massaging of his cock while I prepared a barb. “Do you want to keep being Bella’s bed warmer? That’s all you’ll ever be to her, you know, the boy she loves to string along.”

Jacob frowned, his cute nostrils dilating in anger. “You should talk, leech! When we were kids, Bella used to steal Leah’s mags. She just stared for hours at the glossy mansions. Bet you’re just her meal ticket to riches and immortality.”

The shapeshifter laughed, thrusting his hips forward, his member scalding hot in my cold palm. Apparently my ploy had succeeded, though I winced while Jacob shuddered in my hand.

I must admit, the mutt’s words hit pay dirt. I wished I were able to read Bella’s thoughts and find out if this was the truth. But something told me it was - the glazed look on Bella’s face when she first saw our house and her perky, acquisitive little smile every time she got on my Volvo.

Noting Jake’s triumphant, smiling visage, I glared at him. As ever in our dealings, I wanted to upstage him, to go one better, so I whipped out my own dick, relishing the sight of Jacob’s astounded face at my girth.

The mutt unconsciously licked his lips while I put our cocks together, enjoying the contrast of his warmth against my coldness. I smiled triumphantly when Jacob’s legs trembled and his hand joined mine, vigorously massaging our slick cocks.

In the darkness of the new moon, this felt like a new beginning. A melody that wasn’t all perfect notes and glissandos, but alive, jarring and hot - a jazz improvisation that would stand the passage of centuries, a mate that would give as good as he got.

In the dark, a wolf howled.

“Someone you know?” I said, lifting an eyebrow, but Jake didn’t answer. He was busy grunting, rubbing his thumb along my foreskin, teasing an exquisite orgasm out of me.

Groaning, we soon reached a climax, and our seed mixed on our hands.

Jacob lifted his sticky palm and pushed his fingers against my frigid mouth. “Lick it, Edward!”

I savored our come, leaning forward and kissing those inviting, pouty lips, sharing the taste. This wasn’t frail Bella that could break if I applied too much force or would stumble to the floor when she stepped back. Jacob was strong, sturdy as the trees which stood around us, silent witnesses of the marriage of love and hate.

“I intend to make you mine, Jacob Black.”

“Sure, sure.” Jake stepped back, lifting his muscled leg to grab his shorts, blushing demurely.

At that moment, I didn’t care about Bella, my family or the pack. All I wanted was to preserve this precious melody, this fluttering of Jacob’s heart against mine. I felt free at last.

Chapter two