Cosmic Lust -- Chapter Four
Title: Cosmic Lust -- Chapter Four
Fandom: The Twilight Saga
Pairing: Jacob/Edward, mentions of Paul/Bella & Edward/Bella
Rating: (Overall) R (Chapter) PG-13
Warnings: Course Language
Summary: Jacob has imprinted on Edward. Paul has imprinted on Bella. Jacob and Paul ran for the hills. But how long can they survive without their imprints? Will it kill them? Can they survive?
Beta: The breasty and fabulous shovel09.
Authors notes: I am so sorry that this chapter is so late. It's been finished for a long time now... like, I finished it at the same time as chapter three, but my dearest beta got sick. So, here we go. Chapter five is being beta-d as we speak, so you won't have to wait long! And I'm on holidays now, so... yeah, plenty of time to slash.
Seems that I have been held in some dreaming state.
A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake.
No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber,
Until I realised that it was you who held me under.
Felt it in my fists, in my feet in the hollows of my eyelids.
Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs.
No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone.
‘Sir? Sir? Sir!’
Jacob jerked awake from his admittedly bizarre Florence + The Machine coma. ‘What?’ he replied testily to whoever was speaking. Who was speaking? He lazily craned his head upwards toward the voice. It belonged to a man, perhaps just a little older than himself, with bushy brown hair, tanned skin and a name badge labelled ‘Jet’. And that was when Jacob remembered that he was in a diner.
‘Did you want to order… or vomit… or seize… or something?’ Jet said oddly.
‘Um… I guess, maybe… I’ll order,’ Jacob replied slowly, finding once again that his eyes seemed to be independent of his brain, and rolled straight back towards the darkness behind his eyelids.
No more calling like a crow, for a boy, for a body in the garden.
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love,
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love.
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love with the wrong world.
‘Dude, do you want me to call you and your friend an ambulance? You guys look zombies.’
Jacob once again was awakened from his trance. Dude, I was really getting into that! He forced his eyes to roll over to look at the boy. ‘Just bring us some chips. With tomato sauce. And a coke!’ Jacob yelled, irritated. He remembered Paul, but was honestly too tired to even look at him. Knowing he was there was frankly enough. Jacob’s eyes began to slowly close when a truly grating voice snapped him awake once again.
‘Look, I love this place. But I hate you. I hate all of you, you’re all terrible waiters. Like… It wasn’t the fact that I couldn’t have the pizza without paying for it, it was the fact that you were really rude about it!’
Jacob’s eye twitched. He looked over at the counter, where a rather… robust… woman was waving her finger at the girl behind the counter. The girl behind the counter looked blank. Jacob did think that she was a pretty thing, with medium length red hair, big brown eyes and skin like porcelain. She was wearing a name tag which read ‘Suki’ and was smiling blankly at the woman through grit teeth. Jacob could see her eye visibly twitching.
The large lady stopped speaking, apparently allowing the waitress time to explain herself however the waitress merely held her stare. ‘Well? What do you have to say for yourself?’
A moment passed, before the waitress let out an almighty roar and leaped over the counter, her hands aimed at the other woman’s neck.
‘SEE! RUDE!’ The lady managed to screech out, before the waitress’ hands clamped down on her wind pipe as she madly throttled the woman in front of the cheering onlookers who had over-heard her irrational complaints. (A/N: I had a very frustrating Saturday night)
Jacob laughed and felt some blood return to his brain, until his chest started aching from the laughter. He looked over at Paul, with a wide smile and then yelped, recoiling from the sight of Paul. ‘Holy hell, Paul! You look awful!’ And he did. He was thin, some of the large bones visible under his skin. And he was pale, as if he all the blood had been drained from his body. But what hit Jacob the most was his eyes - eyes that were once so fiery and angry, were now cold and blank. It was Paul’s body, but it was as if Paul had left the building, leaving behind a cold hard shell.
Apparently, Paul didn’t even have the energy to retaliate to Jacob’s comment - he merely squinted one eye, the effort of which made him cough violently.
It had been over a week since they had run away, with the hopes of being free. But they weren’t free. They were six states away, and still their bodies were chained to their imprints - slowly degrading, begging for them to return to Forks. Perhaps this was just a phase… maybe if they stayed away, their bodies would adjust and everything would be peachy again. Yeah… that’s probably it. And then Jacob’s body emphatically stated to him how painfully wrong he was by vomiting furiously.
His chest heaved painfully and his eyes and nose began running. When he finally caught his breath, he looked at the mess… it was yellow, and green, and blue… and colours that probably didn’t have names -- ugh, nasty. ‘Oh God, that was gross.’ Realisation dawned on Jacob: I can’t keep going like this. ‘Paul, we have to go back!’
‘What?!’ Paul said suddenly, ‘No, Jake! You can’t. We made a promise. We’re free men!’
‘We’re not free - this is killing us!’
‘Bumps and bruises, Jake. We’re fine.’ Paul said lightly, before coughing blood all over the menu.
Jacob looked at him incredulously. ‘We’re going back.’
‘You’re going back!’ Paul yelled, ‘I’m not going-‘ more coughing, ‘anywhere!’
‘Paul, you heard what Sam said. We thought it was crap at the time, but we’re dying. We’re actually dying.’ The sentence hit Jacob hard, waking him up to the truth even more. He was dying. Actually dying. He didn’t want to die. He especially didn’t want to take his last breaths knowing that he died because of his need for Edward, with Paul harping on in his ear.
Edward.
He lost his breath. Fuck! He had managed not to think of Edward for two hours! A personal best. His legs and his heart, hell, every part of his body screamed at him to return to Forks. The wolf inside him hated him for not going back.
At this point, he would give anything to talk to the bloodsucker. To touch him. To literally bend over backwards for him. But that was also the reason he didn’t want to return, he did not want to be a slave to his inner urges. But at the same time, he missed his family. He could see in his head, the whole pack, sleepless, worried and hoping for his and Paul’s return.
He wondered absently about what Edward thought about all this. No, dammit! Every receptor in his skin ached for Edward’s touch. His lips burned for Edward’s attention. Jacob needed him. Maybe he could give the whole friendship thing a go? It’s not desirable… but it’s surely better than dying. It would be a half-life, as he knew that the wolf inside him would yearn for Edward and him to be something … more.
But Edward probably didn’t care. He was probably snuggled up close to Bella, hoping Jacob would never return to fuck up their relationship. A sharp pain hit his heart. He couldn’t take it anymore. He wasn’t sure if he consciously willed it, but his legs threw themselves into a standing position.
‘Go on, then. Go back to your bloodless lover.’ Paul spat… which was a very worrying shade of bright red.
‘Paul,’ Jacob said softly, ‘please come with me.’
‘No!’ Paul roared. ‘I won’t! I can’t!’
Tears welled up in Jacob’s eyes. ‘Paul, please! We’re dying. I can’t stand you, but you’re my brother. I don’t-- I CAN’T just leave you here to die.’
‘Just go, Jake. Seriously. Go.’
Jacob stared at Paul for a moment, and Paul firmly held eye-contact. And then, without another word, Jacob left - his heart beating so fast he could hear it in his ears. Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud.
In the distance, Jacob heard the waitress yell. ‘Is that guy seriously not going to clean up his own vomit? THAT’S IT! I’M FUCKING TIRED OF DEALING WITH THIS SHIT! FIRST IT’S THE BITCH WHO SEEMS TO ENJOY COMING TO RESTAURANTS AND GIVING THE STAFF HELL BECAUSE CLEARLY, SHE HAS NO FRIENDS! AND THEN SOME THRILLER VIDEO REJECT GOES AND UP-CHUCKS ON THE FLOOR AND THEN LEAVES WITHOUT PAYING! I’M GOING ON MY CIGARETTE BREAK!’
Jacob trudged through the snow and icy wind and began to worry. Lately he had felt his abnormal wolf heat beginning to wane and now he was so cold. Not to mention how tired he’d felt ever since he’d left Forks. God, he was tired. Tears welled in his eyes. He willed them to stop, but they kept going. Oh my god, he thought why can’t I stop crying? This is so queer! But he knew why they wouldn’t stop. That argument with Paul - that may have been very well the last time he would ever see Paul alive again. Because Jacob knew that if Paul stayed away from Bella for just another couple of days, we would surely die. Thud, thud, thud.
Jacob stumbled through the snow, heading for the nearest forest. With each and every step, he felt his extremities beginning to numb, until he could no longer feel them. He collapsed. He was just so tired. So… very tired. His breath began to slow. Thud, thud, thud... His vision began to blur. Thud… thud… thud.
Stupid Jacob.
Thud… thud.
Thud.
Chapter Three :: Chapter Four :: Chapter Five
Fandom: The Twilight Saga
Pairing: Jacob/Edward, mentions of Paul/Bella & Edward/Bella
Rating: (Overall) R (Chapter) PG-13
Warnings: Course Language
Summary: Jacob has imprinted on Edward. Paul has imprinted on Bella. Jacob and Paul ran for the hills. But how long can they survive without their imprints? Will it kill them? Can they survive?
Beta: The breasty and fabulous shovel09.
Authors notes: I am so sorry that this chapter is so late. It's been finished for a long time now... like, I finished it at the same time as chapter three, but my dearest beta got sick. So, here we go. Chapter five is being beta-d as we speak, so you won't have to wait long! And I'm on holidays now, so... yeah, plenty of time to slash.
Seems that I have been held in some dreaming state.
A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake.
No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber,
Until I realised that it was you who held me under.
Felt it in my fists, in my feet in the hollows of my eyelids.
Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs.
No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone.
‘Sir? Sir? Sir!’
Jacob jerked awake from his admittedly bizarre Florence + The Machine coma. ‘What?’ he replied testily to whoever was speaking. Who was speaking? He lazily craned his head upwards toward the voice. It belonged to a man, perhaps just a little older than himself, with bushy brown hair, tanned skin and a name badge labelled ‘Jet’. And that was when Jacob remembered that he was in a diner.
‘Did you want to order… or vomit… or seize… or something?’ Jet said oddly.
‘Um… I guess, maybe… I’ll order,’ Jacob replied slowly, finding once again that his eyes seemed to be independent of his brain, and rolled straight back towards the darkness behind his eyelids.
No more calling like a crow, for a boy, for a body in the garden.
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love,
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love.
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love with the wrong world.
‘Dude, do you want me to call you and your friend an ambulance? You guys look zombies.’
Jacob once again was awakened from his trance. Dude, I was really getting into that! He forced his eyes to roll over to look at the boy. ‘Just bring us some chips. With tomato sauce. And a coke!’ Jacob yelled, irritated. He remembered Paul, but was honestly too tired to even look at him. Knowing he was there was frankly enough. Jacob’s eyes began to slowly close when a truly grating voice snapped him awake once again.
‘Look, I love this place. But I hate you. I hate all of you, you’re all terrible waiters. Like… It wasn’t the fact that I couldn’t have the pizza without paying for it, it was the fact that you were really rude about it!’
Jacob’s eye twitched. He looked over at the counter, where a rather… robust… woman was waving her finger at the girl behind the counter. The girl behind the counter looked blank. Jacob did think that she was a pretty thing, with medium length red hair, big brown eyes and skin like porcelain. She was wearing a name tag which read ‘Suki’ and was smiling blankly at the woman through grit teeth. Jacob could see her eye visibly twitching.
The large lady stopped speaking, apparently allowing the waitress time to explain herself however the waitress merely held her stare. ‘Well? What do you have to say for yourself?’
A moment passed, before the waitress let out an almighty roar and leaped over the counter, her hands aimed at the other woman’s neck.
‘SEE! RUDE!’ The lady managed to screech out, before the waitress’ hands clamped down on her wind pipe as she madly throttled the woman in front of the cheering onlookers who had over-heard her irrational complaints. (A/N: I had a very frustrating Saturday night)
Jacob laughed and felt some blood return to his brain, until his chest started aching from the laughter. He looked over at Paul, with a wide smile and then yelped, recoiling from the sight of Paul. ‘Holy hell, Paul! You look awful!’ And he did. He was thin, some of the large bones visible under his skin. And he was pale, as if he all the blood had been drained from his body. But what hit Jacob the most was his eyes - eyes that were once so fiery and angry, were now cold and blank. It was Paul’s body, but it was as if Paul had left the building, leaving behind a cold hard shell.
Apparently, Paul didn’t even have the energy to retaliate to Jacob’s comment - he merely squinted one eye, the effort of which made him cough violently.
It had been over a week since they had run away, with the hopes of being free. But they weren’t free. They were six states away, and still their bodies were chained to their imprints - slowly degrading, begging for them to return to Forks. Perhaps this was just a phase… maybe if they stayed away, their bodies would adjust and everything would be peachy again. Yeah… that’s probably it. And then Jacob’s body emphatically stated to him how painfully wrong he was by vomiting furiously.
His chest heaved painfully and his eyes and nose began running. When he finally caught his breath, he looked at the mess… it was yellow, and green, and blue… and colours that probably didn’t have names -- ugh, nasty. ‘Oh God, that was gross.’ Realisation dawned on Jacob: I can’t keep going like this. ‘Paul, we have to go back!’
‘What?!’ Paul said suddenly, ‘No, Jake! You can’t. We made a promise. We’re free men!’
‘We’re not free - this is killing us!’
‘Bumps and bruises, Jake. We’re fine.’ Paul said lightly, before coughing blood all over the menu.
Jacob looked at him incredulously. ‘We’re going back.’
‘You’re going back!’ Paul yelled, ‘I’m not going-‘ more coughing, ‘anywhere!’
‘Paul, you heard what Sam said. We thought it was crap at the time, but we’re dying. We’re actually dying.’ The sentence hit Jacob hard, waking him up to the truth even more. He was dying. Actually dying. He didn’t want to die. He especially didn’t want to take his last breaths knowing that he died because of his need for Edward, with Paul harping on in his ear.
Edward.
He lost his breath. Fuck! He had managed not to think of Edward for two hours! A personal best. His legs and his heart, hell, every part of his body screamed at him to return to Forks. The wolf inside him hated him for not going back.
At this point, he would give anything to talk to the bloodsucker. To touch him. To literally bend over backwards for him. But that was also the reason he didn’t want to return, he did not want to be a slave to his inner urges. But at the same time, he missed his family. He could see in his head, the whole pack, sleepless, worried and hoping for his and Paul’s return.
He wondered absently about what Edward thought about all this. No, dammit! Every receptor in his skin ached for Edward’s touch. His lips burned for Edward’s attention. Jacob needed him. Maybe he could give the whole friendship thing a go? It’s not desirable… but it’s surely better than dying. It would be a half-life, as he knew that the wolf inside him would yearn for Edward and him to be something … more.
But Edward probably didn’t care. He was probably snuggled up close to Bella, hoping Jacob would never return to fuck up their relationship. A sharp pain hit his heart. He couldn’t take it anymore. He wasn’t sure if he consciously willed it, but his legs threw themselves into a standing position.
‘Go on, then. Go back to your bloodless lover.’ Paul spat… which was a very worrying shade of bright red.
‘Paul,’ Jacob said softly, ‘please come with me.’
‘No!’ Paul roared. ‘I won’t! I can’t!’
Tears welled up in Jacob’s eyes. ‘Paul, please! We’re dying. I can’t stand you, but you’re my brother. I don’t-- I CAN’T just leave you here to die.’
‘Just go, Jake. Seriously. Go.’
Jacob stared at Paul for a moment, and Paul firmly held eye-contact. And then, without another word, Jacob left - his heart beating so fast he could hear it in his ears. Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud.
In the distance, Jacob heard the waitress yell. ‘Is that guy seriously not going to clean up his own vomit? THAT’S IT! I’M FUCKING TIRED OF DEALING WITH THIS SHIT! FIRST IT’S THE BITCH WHO SEEMS TO ENJOY COMING TO RESTAURANTS AND GIVING THE STAFF HELL BECAUSE CLEARLY, SHE HAS NO FRIENDS! AND THEN SOME THRILLER VIDEO REJECT GOES AND UP-CHUCKS ON THE FLOOR AND THEN LEAVES WITHOUT PAYING! I’M GOING ON MY CIGARETTE BREAK!’
Jacob trudged through the snow and icy wind and began to worry. Lately he had felt his abnormal wolf heat beginning to wane and now he was so cold. Not to mention how tired he’d felt ever since he’d left Forks. God, he was tired. Tears welled in his eyes. He willed them to stop, but they kept going. Oh my god, he thought why can’t I stop crying? This is so queer! But he knew why they wouldn’t stop. That argument with Paul - that may have been very well the last time he would ever see Paul alive again. Because Jacob knew that if Paul stayed away from Bella for just another couple of days, we would surely die. Thud, thud, thud.
Jacob stumbled through the snow, heading for the nearest forest. With each and every step, he felt his extremities beginning to numb, until he could no longer feel them. He collapsed. He was just so tired. So… very tired. His breath began to slow. Thud, thud, thud... His vision began to blur. Thud… thud… thud.
Stupid Jacob.
Thud… thud.
Thud.
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