Twilight Big Bang Fic: Sanctuary, Part 3/5 Emmett/Edward, NC-17
Title: Sanctuary
Author: Dysnomia
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Emmett/Edward
Word Count: ~ 47,000
Warnings: angst, language, slight D/s undertones, AU, m/m relationships, some slightly kinky sex.
Summary: Edward can’t control his killer instincts when he’s around Bella. He doesn’t want to have to leave Forks, but sooner or later he’s bound to kill her. Emmett decided it was up to him to help his brother, no matter what it takes to keep Edward with him. Things get even more complicated when James and his coven start feeding around the home the Cullen’s have made in Forks.
Author’s Note: So this fic turned into a monster. I’ve never written anything so long before. And to think at first I was worried I wouldn’t be able to get past 20,000 words. In the end I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to keep it under 50,000.
On another note, I’ve made slight modifications to Edward’s mind reading powers. It is now able to be blocked by the members of his family, since they’ve had so many years to practice doing such a thing.
There are also a couple of parts taken from Twilight, and from Midnight Sun. They have been used only because they were so perfect, and no infringement was meant. There are only three different parts borrowed from the books.
Part 1
Part 2
*****
It was nearly an hour later when Edward had found his way back out of the woods. It was probably good timing as well, glancing up at the lightening sky. The sun was coming up and it didn’t look like there was going to be very much cloud cover at all. Edward paused with his hand on the door knob, nervous to face Emmett again. Hoping his brother had listened to him and actually put on some clothes, Edward eased the door open. It was a strange mixture of both relief and disappointment when he spotted his now fully clothed brother, lounging on his own bed watching the television.
He looked incredibly bored, was flicking through the channels at a quick speed, obviously having done this many times already in the hour and a half Edward had been gone. Without looking away from the TV, Emmett spoke up. “Thank God you’re back. This place only gets basic cable and there’s absolutely nothing on at this time of the morning. And without you here it’s no fun making up jokes and insults when nobody’s going to hear me.”
Emmett intentionally doesn’t ask how the hunt went, not sure if he wants to hear the answer or not. That’s also why he won’t look at Edward, not wanting to see the misery and shame he knew would be there if Edward had failed. When Edward answers him, the light, happy tone of his voice is what clues him in, lets him know that everything went okay. “I knew you’d been spoiled by having satellite available to you. Normal television just isn’t good enough anymore is it?”
He turned to look at Edward then, reassured by his apparent good mood. “Of course it’s not. Besides, its Carlisle’s fault anyway, he’s the one who figured we could use it to keep ourselves busy.” He took in the light gold eyes, and the usually dark rings under his eyes were barely there smudges now. After a pause Emmett figured he might as well go for it, everything looked fine. “I’m guessing things went well then, from the look of you.”
The joy shining on Edward’s face when he answered sent a pang through Emmett’s chest. “Yeah, there wasn’t any problems at all, didn’t think about her even once.”
“That’s great, at least we can assume now that sex is an easy way to help a vampire’s control.” Emmett frowned, lips twisting into a thin line. “What we don’t know, is just how long the effects are going to last on you.”
Edward nearly sighed with relief, at least now he wasn’t going to have to be the one to bring it up. Edward’s happy expression slipped, being replaced with a pensive one. “I’m not sure, I think it might be fine as long as I don’t smell her, as long as I can avoid the temptation she presents I might be okay.”
Emmett’s frown deepened, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth before speaking, his words coming out slower, almost afraid to voice the words out loud, not wanting to upset his brother. “I’m…not so sure about that Edward. I mean…she isn’t around here, you’re so far away from her. Yet, just the memory of her scent set you off earlier, so I don’t think it has anything to do with her nearness.” He stopped for a moment here, trying to collect his thoughts. “This isn’t coming out right, because obviously her proximity to you does make a difference. What I meant was that even away from her, if anything reminds you of the human, it’s going to act as a trigger, and you’ll lose it. So I don’t think you can say this is going to work as long as you don’t smell her. Besides, the whole point of this was to make it so that you could act normal around her, since you have to sit right next to her in biology. I don’t think not breathing, not talking, and holding the table so tight you leave dents constitutes normal.”
It was with more than a little bit of guilt that Emmett realized his words had brought the sadness and distress back to Edward’s face. He watched Edward’s throat work, swallowing back his response several times before letting it burst forth. “And that’s exactly why this whole situation is so fucked up! What is it going to take Emmett? Are you going to have to fuck me every day just so I can get through school without killing anyone? Are you willing to do that Emmett, sacrifice yourself like this to help keep me sane? Because I can’t do that to you Emmett, I can’t use you like that.”
There it was, the root of the problem, laid bare between them. Emmett was quiet, not saying anything, the look on his handsome face was unreadable. His stomach sank, his heart seeming to clench painfully in his chest. He’d known doing this was a stupid idea, that he’d end up hurt, but he hadn’t thought it would be so soon, not after only having a taste of what they would be like together. Emmett pushed himself up off the bed, moving to stand only a few steps away from his brother. Edward struggled to stay put, to not stagger back a couple of feet and get some space between them.
Without warning, Emmett closed the remaining distance, hand reaching out to cup his cheek. Startled, Edward froze, not even breathing as he tried to comprehend the reality that Emmett was touching him, was being so tender with him. The look in those dark gold eyes terrified him with their intensity. He tried to turn his head away, unable to keep staring at him, but Emmett wouldn’t let him. His brother shifted his hand from his cheek to his chin, his grip tightened, keeping Edward facing him, so he settled for lowering his eyes to stare at their feet.
Emmett pursed his lips in annoyance, letting out a sigh. “Edward.” When there was no response, Emmett tilted Edward’s head back trying to catch his eye, although he was unsuccessful. “Look at me Edward.” He accompanied the words with a quick shake of his hand, jerking Edward’s head back and forth with the movement.
Reluctantly, the smaller man raised his eyes, looking Emmett in the face, taking note of his serious expression. “You pay close attention to what I’m about to say, because I’m only going to go over this once. Edward, if you need to have sex with me every day to avoid doing anything stupid, I’m fine with that. I’ve already told you that I’ll do anything to keep you with the family. And you’re not using me. If anything, it’s a mutual thing, I help you stay sane, and you get me laid on a regular basis.” Emmett paused here, he could tell Edward still wasn't convinced, still felt bad about what he was asking of his brother. His palm moved to cup Edward's cheek again, thumb stroking across a sharp cheekbone.
“Please believe me Edward. This arrangement is not a problem for me in the slightest. I'm fine with this, with touching you. Okay? Do you believe me?”
Edward nodded, unable to answer verbally, his emotions swirling wildly in his mind and heart. Emmett's next action only served to throw him even more off balance.
“Good.” And with that simple statement Emmett leaned in and lightly brushed his lips across his brother's in a chaste kiss, not pressing firmly, not lingering, just a quick butterfly soft touch of lips.
Emmett pulled back then, turning away from Edward to go back to lounging on his bed, scooping up the remote as he settled into the pillows, leaning against the headboard. “Now sit down so I can go back to making fun of the TV, I came up with some good stuff that you missed when you were gone. Hopefully they repeat some of the commercials again.”
In a bit of a daze, only sheer willpower stopping him from touching his lips, Edward moved to stand between the two beds. He looked pointedly at Emmett's clean bed, which he was currently hogging. His brother noticed the look, but instead of shifting over to make room he only laughed. “Nu-uh, this is my bed, yours is over there.” He jerked a thumb in the direction of the other bed, indicating where Edward was supposed to sit.
Edward's mouth dropped open, gaping in disbelief at the audacity of his brother. His eyes darted to the rumpled, wrecked, and by the smell of them, come splattered linens of his bed. “You're really going to make me sit there?” He was whining and he knew it, but still, its not like he made the mess completely on his own, it was a shared blame.
About to make some sort of smart ass comment, Emmett instead bit his tongue when Edward turned to him with a pout. There was no way he could be mean to him when faced with that look. He looked like a kicked puppy, it would really be kind of pathetic if it wasn't for the fact that he found it so damn adorable. He relented, scooting over to make room next to him. “Fine. Take all the fun out of it for me.”
The smile Edward gave him in return was worth losing the chance to make fun of his brother. Edward settled in next to him, perched precariously on the edge of the mattress as far away as he could get. Emmett could tell he was trying to avoid touching him, obviously still unsure whether it would be welcome or not. Rolling his eyes, Emmett figured it was going to be up to him to once again make the first move. He stretched his right arm out along the headboard, waiting to see if Edward was going to react. When he didn't move, didn't look away from whatever was playing on the television, Emmett took that as a good sign. So he let his arm fall to drape around Edward's shoulders instead. When that didn't produce more then the slightest twitch, Emmett made one last move, using his strength to pull Edward close. He dragged him until their sides were pressed flush together, Emmett tucking his brother's smaller frame securely under his arm.
Edward was stiff and unresponsive in his hold at first, but Emmett didn't give up, didn't relent, forcing Edward to get used to it. He stayed silent, giving Edward time to adjust on his own terms. He turned his attention to the TV instead, watching some cheesy looking sci-fi movie. Slowly Edward's muscles started to loosen, until he was resting comfortably against Emmett's side. Twenty minutes later his patience was rewarded when Edward's head shifted, dropping lower before finally it was laid on Emmett's shoulder. The touch was light, like Edward was afraid Emmett would knock him away for such a move. Emmett brought the arm that wasn't wrapped around his brother up to tangle in messy spikes, running the silky hair through his fingers. Taking it as the permission he was looking for, Edward settled more firmly against him, head burrowing into the crook of his neck, his skin being tickled by the longer hairs on top of his head.
Edward let out a sigh of contentment, soaking up the affection while it lasted. Finally brave enough to try it, he turned enough to be able to slide his left arm around Emmett's waist, tucking himself even closer, hugging the solid body next to him in a one armed embrace. He wasn't sure how Emmett was going to react, but even with how affectionate he's been lately, Edward was not expecting the kiss that his brother pressed to the side of his head, tightening his arms around him. Edward's eyes drifted shut, allowing himself to enjoy the feeling of being held, of being cared for.
The two of them stayed that way throughout the day, staying inside and out of the sun's rays. They watched ridiculous daytime television, and Edward laughed at all of Emmett's stupid jokes, even the ones that really weren't all that funny.
*****
They stayed out there for the rest of the week, spending their days inside and their nights out hunting. Edward hadn't had difficulty again since their first day there. They got to enjoy their time spent out there, time spent away from the rest of the family. They weren't intimate again, both of them keeping their hands mostly to themselves, but the instances of casual, friendly touching increased. When sitting together it didn't matter if legs were pressed against each other. A clap on the shoulder after a successful hunt occurred more often. Neither man thought anything of it, not realizing that the frequency of their contact was steadily increasing.
It was early Sunday morning when Edward figured it was time to head back to Forks. He'd been hiding long enough, they needed to return, to get back to school. So it was almost reluctantly that he packed his bag up again, gathering the clothing that lay strewn around the room. Emmett had already collected his things the day before, knowing Edward would want to leave soon. Now all that was left to do was hand the key back in at the office. Edward had thankfully managed to be out of the room when house keeping had come to clean halfway through the week.
Emmett, who decided he wanted to embarrass Edward one last time before they left, tossed the keys at him. Edward caught them deftly, snatching them out of the air. He arched an eyebrow at his brother, asking the question silently. “Go take the key back, I'll grab the bags and go get the Jeep loaded.”
Trying to avoid this, desperate, he tried pleading. “I'll get everything packed if you want. It's no trouble, I'll even bring the Jeep right up to the office door so we're ready to go as soon as you hand in the key.”
Emmett couldn't hold the grin in any longer, letting it spread across his face. “Not a chance Edward. You're not driving my baby.” He paused, the grin flashing even wider. “Besides, I happen to know that the clerk in the office right now is the same one from the first night.”
Edward groaned, rubbing a hand across his face, resigned to his fate. He wasn't even going to try and argue anymore, he could tell Emmett wasn't going to budge. “Fine.” He snapped the word out, irritated that he was playing directly into Emmett's plan. “But you realize I'm going to get you for this right? There's no way you're getting away with this.”
Grabbing both their backpacks in one hand, Emmett backed out the door, chuckling. “I wouldn't expect anything less Edward. Now you better go get this over with before I finish up what I'm doing and come join you in the office.”
Eyes widening, knowing that Emmett wasn't kidding, Edward hurried out the door after the other man, walking swiftly around the building until he reached the motel office. Gathering his courage, reminding himself that he didn't care what one human thought of him or his relationship with his brother, he pushed through the door, ignoring the bell that jangled over his head.
The clerk had been turned away from him when he'd entered, digging through a filing cabinet. She spun around at the sound of the bell, the easy smile she'd been about to greet him with slipping from her face when she realized it was him. “What can I do for you?” The tone was wary, like she was hoping he wasn't going to ask to stay longer.
Edward held the keys out, but the woman made no move to take them from him. So, feeling stupid for letting them dangle too long, he put them down on the counter instead. “I just wanted to bring you the keys back. We're leaving now, so I'll pay for the last couple of days now.”
As he'd been talking, Edward had reached for his back pocket, digging out his wallet and pulling out his credit card, handing it over. She walked away to the side room to ring them through, leaving Edward alone in the front room. Long minutes ticked by without the reappearance of the clerk. Emmett was going to be impatient soon, and would carry through with his threat to come in here. Edward was starting to get nervous, it had been over a minute now since he'd heard the Jeep pull up and the rumble of the engine shut off. He started drumming his fingers against the counter top, the small taps quickening when he heard the door of the Jeep open and his brother approach the building.
Thankfully, once he came through the door, he stayed right around the entrance, leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest. The clerk, of course, chose to make her appearance right after Emmett's, her stride faltering when she caught sight of the larger man. Her face was a mixture of horror and disgust as she slid the book to sign towards Edward, with his credit card sitting on top. It was hard to read the gibbering mess of her thoughts, but what he did manage to get made him glad he was already dead, or else he would have died of embarrassment.
Apparently, putting them as far away as possible hadn't helped, they'd still been heard, and she had also been the one to take the soiled bedding away and left fresh stuff in its place. While that fact alone was embarrassing enough, unfortunately it got worse. What Edward forgot, was that it had been Emmett who had paid for their stay halfway through. Forgot that he had paid with a credit card as well. Her horror stemmed from the fact that both cards clearly had the name Cullen on them, so the story they'd given her about being brothers looked like it was true. And she'd both heard and seen the evidence of them having sex.
Hearing the barely audible laugh coming from behind him, Edward shot the other vampire a dirty look, realizing Emmett had sent him in here on purpose, because he knew this was going to happen. The moment he turned around though, the laughter cut off, Emmett's face striving for innocent. But he couldn't quite pull it off, the corners of his mouth were twitching with a smile. Grabbing the pen, he hastily scrawled his signature, wanting to get out of there as quick as possible. Mumbling a quick, “Thanks.” Edward made a beeline for the exit, not even waiting for any response from the woman.
Emmett didn't look like he was going to go through the door first, so walking swiftly, Edward tried to escape this predicament. Unfortunately his need to leave seemed to have been anticipated by Emmett as well, and was all a part of his devious plan. He was already past Emmett so he didn't see the wink he tossed in the clerk's direction, but he sure felt the sharp slap to his ass that came a moment later. He jerked in shock at the slap, before groaning at Emmett's next words. “Come on little brother, we better get back home before Mom and Dad start to worry about where we've been.”
Edward wasn't ashamed of the fact that he all but fled for the safety the Jeep offered then. He slid inside, slamming the door shut, the metal creaking in protest at the excessive force. He slumped down in the seat, purposefully avoiding looking toward the motel, eyes trained on the highway instead. He didn't turn to look at Emmett either as he climbed into the driver's seat, laughing out loud now. “Oh man Edward, you should have seen her face after that. It looked like she was going to throw up. It was awesome.”
Edward's left hand swung up, smacking hard into Emmett's upper arm. He hissed at him, embarrassment coloring his voice. “That was not funny Emmett. Do you have any idea what that woman is thinking right now?”
Completely unrepentant, Emmett's grin only widened. “I wish I knew. I can bet it sure is interesting.”
Edward sighed in exasperation, giving up on trying to make him feel bad, knowing it was a lost cause. “I'm pretty sure you damaged that poor woman’s psyche permanently.” Shaking his head, Edward gestured toward the road. “Let's just get going already, before you come up with another way to traumatize the locals.”
Emmett's laughter rang through the air for awhile before Edward finally had to threaten bodily harm if he didn't shut up. Which only made his brother laugh harder. So Edward spent nearly an hour of their return trip with his hand held over Emmett's mouth, clamped tight to muffle the sounds, even if Emmett's eyes were still dancing with laughter, while Edward's were narrowed in a glare.
*****
When they pulled up in front of the house late that evening, Edward was almost glad to get away from his still way too amused brother. He wasn't mad though, couldn't find it within himself to be really. Once he'd gotten over the humiliation, Edward had been able to see the humor of the situation, and had found himself having to suppress his own amusement. With one last exasperated shake of his head, Edward grabbed his bag and without another word disappeared up into the house, with nothing more then a nod in Alice's direction.
The petite brunette was the only one outside, leaning against the railing of the front porch, head tilted back, staring at the rising moon. She'd let Edward pass her without comment, but there was no way Emmett was getting by her silently. She shifted her gaze to Emmett as he approached the steps, taking in just how content he looked. Her lips curved into a smile, the perfect bow of her lips painted red.
Emmett recognized the smug, knowing look on his sister's face right away, realizing that she was most likely out here waiting for them, having seen when they were coming back. He'd let her say whatever it was she deemed important enough before brushing her off. He didn't feel like dealing with however many questions she was bound to have. He raised an eyebrow at her expectantly, waiting for her.
Her bell like voice sounded way too pleased when she finally spoke up. “It's about time Emmett, I thought you two were never going to get to this point.”
He realized what she was referring to right away, knew now what she'd seen in the car last week that had caused her to let go of her line of questioning. Emmett also didn't think she had all the right information. “It's not what you think it is Alice.”
He tried to move past her into the house, but she got in his way, not willing to let the subject go yet. “So you're telling me that you didn't sleep with Edward? That I wasn't seeing things properly, that I was imagining it all?”
His answer was quiet, subdued, his earlier good mood had vanished. “No, you saw it right. Just not in the context that you're thinking about.”
Her brow creased in a frown, Alice hesitated before speaking. “I don't think I understand. What am I missing here Emmett?”
“It's...it's just to help him...to give him his control around her back, that's all, it doesn't mean anything else.” No matter how hard he'd tried, Emmett wasn't able to keep the sorrow out of his voice.
Alice's confusion quickly changed into sympathy once she understood what he was saying. Under her breath she muttered, “So he was having problems with her.” before she shook herself out of her thoughts. “Emmett, you can't do this to yourself. You can't just pretend this doesn't mean anything to you, not when you-”
With an angry swipe of his arm through the air, Emmett growled. “Leave it alone Alice! I don't want to talk about it. Please.” He'd started off with fury fueling his words, but in the end all he could do was plead with her to leave it alone.
The sympathy increased in her eyes, until it was just shy of pity, and already way more then Emmett could handle. He brushed past her on his way into the house, and this time she let him pass, stepping aside, staying quiet. Once Alice was sure he was gone, she whispered into the night. “I'm sorry Emmett. I thought you were finally getting the chance to be happy. Good luck, that's all I can hope for you now.”
*****
Edward found he was handling Monday morning a little too good, everything was going just a little too well. He hadn’t spotted Bella once, the human's classes were luckily in other buildings then his. The day went by quickly, and he managed to keep his thoughts away from what was going to happen later, during and after lunch. His mind kept drifting, thinking about the time Emmett and he had spent together. If he concentrated hard enough, Edward could almost feel Emmett’s hands on him still, taste his mouth, and feel him buried so deep inside. It was times like this when he was glad for the boost being a vampire gave his memory. He was able to perfectly recall every touch, every kiss, every single sensation from that night, every vivid detail that he might have missed or forgotten if he was human.
When the bell rang for lunch though, Edward’s stomach twisted, suddenly uneasy. All of a sudden it was difficult to make himself move, to force his feet in the direction of the cafeteria. He knew he should have taken Emmett up on his offer to meet him after class and come with him. Now he had to face this alone, do this completely on his own. Stupidly, he didn’t take a breath before pushing through the door leading inside. The scent hit him as soon as he entered, the breeze from the doors swinging wafting her scent to him. Edward clenched his jaw, sucking in a quick breath before holding it. It was already too late though, the effect even that brief whiff had on his system was instantaneous.
He’d had to clench his teeth, or else a growl was liable to slip out. His hands curled into fists at his sides, eyes darkening in hunger. He turned his head to stare at her, watching as she followed Mike and Jessica to a table. She must have passed in front of the door only seconds before he’d entered, on her way to sit down. He tore his eyes away from her before anyone could notice his murderous gaze. The thirst was starting to overwhelm him, it wasn’t going to take much more before he snapped in front of a good portion of the school.
Desperate, he sought out his brother, who was sitting at their regular table. Emmett’s back was turned away from him, and the only other person sitting there was Rose. Alice and Jasper weren’t there yet. Edward couldn’t move over there though, he didn’t trust his body to obey his commands at the moment. He stood still as a statue, afraid that if he moved, he would automatically lunge towards the girl. Edward didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t stand here for much longer, someone was bound to notice him sooner or later. And with Emmett’s back turned, Edward wasn’t sure how to get his attention. His nervous fear was growing, panic starting to lick at his insides, even as the desire to hunt, to hurt, grew in its strength and intensity. Edward wasn’t even aware of the soft whimper that slipped out, his mind not even registering the sound.
Emmett heard the pain filled whimper though, recognizing the sound of Edward’s distress even from across the room, no matter how quiet. He spun in his chair, eyes immediately falling on his brother, taking in the tortured, hungry expression on his face. He was up out of the chair and striding across the length of the room in mere seconds. He reached out to put a steadying hand on Edward’s arm, even if he wanted nothing more than to envelope Edward in a hug, hold him to ease away his pain and fear. He wouldn’t do that in front of so many people though, not unless he was absolutely sure that was what Edward wanted.
Emmett had to tighten his hold when another student entering the cafeteria stirred up the air again, Edward jerking in his grasp. While his fingers stayed curled tightly around his arm, Emmett’s thumb started stroking soothingly back and forth against the soft skin of Edward’s exposed forearm, trying to distract him.
Attempting to be as discreet as possible, Emmett started to drag Edward back out the door, needing to get him away from the human girl at least, although preferably away from all humans. Emmett silently cursed all the students that were milling about in the hallway still. There was going to be too many people to go through on the way outside for it to be safe. Emmett changed direction, steering Edward down a different hallway, one less populated, before ducking into the men’s bathroom. Luckily, this bathroom was always empty, due to the fact that there was only one urinal that worked, and most of the boys preferred to use the bathroom closet to the cafeteria at lunch.
Even before he went inside, Emmett already knew there wasn't anybody using the washroom, he couldn't smell anyone or hear any movement coming from the room. Once he'd pushed open the door however, his eyes still made a sweep of the area, making absolutely sure he wasn't about to traumatize some poor kid. He didn't release his grip on Edward's arm yet, instinctively knowing that this time he wasn't going to get to be gentle, that with Bella actually nearby, this was going to have to be hard, fast, and rough.
Knowing for sure now that they were alone, Emmett flicked the lock on the door, not wanting to be disturbed. Taking a look at his brother, Emmett knew his earlier reasoning was going to hold true. Edward needed him, his eyes were still dark and wild looking with hunger, the thirst obvious. Edward's top lip curled up to expose his teeth, the barest hint of a growl rumbling in his chest.
Emmett shivered as a wave of lust hit him, realizing he was about to fulfill one of his dirtiest fantasies. Harsh, rough sex up against a wall. Well, as an extra precaution against getting caught it was going to be sex up against a bathroom stall, but it was pretty much the same thing. He steered Edward toward the far stall, knowing the one next to the wall was always the largest, would give them the most space to move. He pushed Edward inside first, following him before kicking the door shut after him with a slam, reaching blindly behind him to slide the lock into place. With the one hand still on his arm, Emmett moved his free hand to Edward's waist, sliding his fingers under the waistband of his jeans to smooth over bare skin.
Edward still looked like he was barely holding it together, that Emmett's hands on him were all that was keeping him sane. Edward brought both hands up to encircle Emmett's back, fingers digging into his flesh, holding tight to Emmett's shirt.
He leaned down for a kiss, he couldn't resist the temptation, even if affection wasn't what Edward needed right now. So he let himself be rough in this as well, smashing their lips together, nipping at Edward's full bottom lip, forcing his mouth open too suck on Edward's tongue, their teeth clicking together. Edward's moan changed into a whimper as Emmett's tongue swept through his mouth, running along sharp teeth, stroking along his palate, before thrusting in and out quickly, imitating what he was going to be doing in a few short minutes. The hands that had been clutching at his shirt fell down slack to Edward's sides, submitting himself to Emmett's control.
Emmett growled, the sound sending a shudder he could feel through his brother's body. He had a feeling he knew how to get Edward worked up the fastest, get his mind completely off the hunt. Emmett pushed the smaller man against the wall, pinning him there with his weight, leaning in to lick up the long line of his neck. Pitching his voice as low and gravelly as he could, he whispered to Edward, breath puffing against his ear, his words firm, leaving no room for argument. “Edward, turn around, put your hands on the wall, and do not move until I tell you to.”
Emmett dropped his arms, letting Edward go, waiting to see if he would follow the command. The shudder ran through Edward again, and almost immediately after releasing him, Edward spun around, planting his hands on the stall at shoulder height, arms stretched out, his head hanging, staring at the ground. Emmett smirked, glad that it looked like Edward was going to play along. “Good boy.”
He accompanied the praise with his hands sweeping down Edward's sides to land at his waist, sliding his hands around the slim waist, one made quick work of Edward's belt, working to tug open his jeans. The other hand slipped inside once the pants were loosened enough, roughly palming his already stiff cock. Edward moaned and Emmett could feel the muscles in his thighs straining as he fought the need to buck into Emmett's hand. The brunette was slightly amazed at the restraint Edward was showing, that he was able to follow directions in the state he was in. Yanking down his brother's pants and boxers with one hand, he pulled them far enough down so that when he let go, they slid the rest of the way off, landing puddled around Edward's feet.
Emmett pushed a hand under the thin cotton of Edward's t-shirt, fingers tracing along the bumps of his spine. It was with disappointment that he realized he wouldn't be able to have Edward completely naked this time. Running his hand back down Edward's spine, slipping into the dip of his lower back before following the swelling curve of his ass. He cupped the pale flesh in his hand, thumb rubbing into the crease, brushing lightly over the puckered opening. Pressing in lightly, not enough to breach him, but enough to open the muscle a bit, feeling it twitch around him.
With the hand that wasn't on Edward's ass, he fumbled with his own pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them before pulling them open into a wide V, not bothering to pull them down. He had forgone underwear this morning, anticipating that something like this was going to happen. Once free of the denim, Emmett's cock stood at attention, already fully erect. Edward was whining low in his throat, subtly trying to push his ass back onto Emmett's thumb, eager to impale himself. The soft, needy sounds being wrenched from his chest were too much, Emmett needed to be inside his brother now, no waiting this time. Still having enough sense to know he shouldn't be doing this dry, Emmett dug into the pocket of his jeans, glad they were baggy so he could carry the little bottle around with him. Flipping open the cap he tipped the bottle over, his dick twitching as the cool liquid hit it. He spread it over himself with a few slow pulls of his hand, getting himself as slick as possible.
Shifting the hand on Edward's ass to instead take a firm hold of his hip, needing to keep him immobile, Emmett guided his cock to Edward's opening, lining himself up. He grabbed Edward's opposite hip with his still lube slippery hand, fingers digging harshly into skin. At the same time he snapped his pelvis forward, Emmett yanked backwards on the body in his hold, swiftly burying himself completely in the other man in only one thrust.
Edward mewled weakly at the action, fingers scrabbling at the metal beneath him, mouth opening in a silent scream, a high pitched whine all he could manage. Emmett was staring, slightly transfixed at how Edward was stretched tight around the thickness of his length. “You look so good like this baby. So hot, stuffed full of my cock.”
Only feeling slightly guilty, Emmett didn't give his brother any time to adjust to the intrusion before starting up a punishing pace, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in, making sure to drag along Edward's prostate with every movement.
What had started off as quiet, choked off cries were quickly gaining in volume, and even with a part of his attention attuned to the empty hallways beyond the bathroom, Emmett knew eventually they would be heard. He draped himself against Edward, chest pressed tightly against the hard trembling muscles of his brother's back. His chin came to rest on Edward's shoulder, and he murmured to him in the same commanding tone as earlier. “Shh, baby. You gotta be quiet. Nothing louder then a whimper, or else I'll have to gag you.”
The cries cut off with a moan, as Edward had to make a concerted effort to decipher what the words meant through the haze of pleasure fogging his brain. Emmett could tell the exact moment the threat registered, as Edward shook slightly and his inner walls clenched tight for a moment before releasing. Emmett filed the positive reaction away, adding it to the ever growing list of things he was learning about his brother. Now knowing that it had turned him on, Emmett moved the hand that wasn't covered in lube up to Edward's mouth, covering it so tightly that no sound was able to slip out. He could feel Edward's panting breaths as he tried, and failed, to pull in air through his mouth. It took longer then he thought it would for Edward to realize he could still breathe through his nose, but as soon as he did, Edward sucked in a ragged, wheezy lungful of air.
Wanting to touch him, but not trusting Edward enough to stay quiet, the noises weren't something the bronze haired vampire had control over, so Emmett couldn't remove his hand from his brother's face. He needed to trust in Edward's seeming innate desire to obey any command he gave him. “Remember Edward, you're not allowed to move, so if I let you go you have to keep your position. Alright?” He reminded with a growl.
Edward gave no sign of having heard him, so Emmett twisted the smaller man's head to the side until he could look him in the eyes, all without removing his hand. He tightened his hand further in fact, fingers digging cruelly into Edward's jaw. “Did you hear me Edward? I expect you to acknowledge if you've heard me, you got it?”
Edward gave a short, jerky nod, eyes wide and glassy with lust, barely comprehending what was going on. “Don't. Move.” He repeated, and was satisfied when Edward nodded again.
The hand on Edward's hip moved, sliding around to his thigh and then down and under, reaching between his spread legs to tug at his balls, rolling the heavy sac in his palm. Reveling in the tremble that seemed to be constant in the other's frame whenever he was close, Emmett grasped the already weeping shaft in his fist, pumping in time to his thrusts.
He wasn't being gentle, not even close, but it looked like Edward was actually responding more to the harsher treatment, his precome was smeared on the wall where his cock would bump against it with every forward thrust from Emmett. Edward was going to come way too fast if he continued to touch him, so Emmett reluctantly released his brother's cock, hand fondling his balls once again instead. Losing himself in the moment, in his fantasy, things started spilling from his mouth that he wouldn't have dared normally say.
“You like this don't you baby? Like having my big, thick cock shoved inside you, reaming that tight little ass of yours.”
He lowered his head to the juncture where neck met shoulder, nipping at the muscle there, hard enough for Edward to feel it, but not enough to break the skin, to leave a mark, although he was sorely tempted. "Should bite you baby, leave my mark on you, let everyone know who you belong to."
He nuzzled at the abused flesh, laving it with his tongue. He listened to Edward's desperate moans and whimpers, and even as muffled as they were Emmett could make out the needy little sounds. He regretted not being able to hear them properly, hear Edward pleading for more without words, begging him with the mewls, whines, and whimpers wringing from his chest. “Oh yeah, you definitely love this. Look at you, so desperate to be filled with my cock. You're such a slut for it Edward. You want this bad don't you?”
Edward moaned loudly, head bobbing up and down quickly, agreeing with Emmett. “Yeah. Are you gonna be my whore baby? Going to let me use you, use your pretty body until I come?”
With a creak of metal as Edward dug his fingers into the stall, Emmett felt it as his balls tightened, drawing up close to his body. Edward came then, his orgasm exploding from him, his mostly untouched cock sending ropes of come splattering against the wall. He tightened around Emmett, who was surprised by just how much this all turned his brother on. Edward went limp then, and Emmett had to move fast to keep him on his feet, wrapping an arm around his waist. Emmett removed his hand from Edward's mouth then as well, now that he was spent and much more lucid he'd be able to keep himself quiet now. He rubbed a large hand against the back of Edward's neck, playing with the short hairs there before sliding down, finger's dancing down his side, tracing along ribs and finally stopping at his narrow waist.
Emmett clutched to the exposed skin Edward's rucked up shirt showed off like it was a lifeline. His thrusts had slowed down now that the sense of urgency was gone, and he was now almost lazily pushing into his brother. His own climax was fast approaching, but he couldn't help wanting to draw this out just a little longer. His face would have been flushed if capable when he realized the things he'd been uttering a moment earlier.
The fact that Edward hadn't seemed to mind, had enjoyed the dirty talk, was Emmett's only saving grace. He hadn't expected to fall so deeply into the fantasy, although the reality of it happening was much better then anything his imagination had been able to come up with. Emmett was knocked out of his thoughts, his rhythm stuttering, at the first roll of Edward's hips. Now that his brother was back under control of his faculties, he was participating without any urging on Emmett's part. He was pressing his ass backwards with every one of Emmett's thrusts into his body. He was forcing his cock just that much deeper, and if that wasn't enough, every time he was buried up to the hilt, Edward would roll his hips in a tight circle pressing him more firmly against his inner walls.
Emmett had to choke back his own scream when release hit him, letting out a strangled sounding moan, part nonsense, part Edward's name. He continued to move, shallow, slow thrusts as he spilled inside his brother. He lay slumped along Edward's back, taking in the last few moments of closeness before he would have to pull away. Once his hips finally stopped twitching against his brother's ass, as the last of the spasms finally ended. Emmett withdrew carefully, stepping away from Edward. He gave him as much room as was possible in the small space, backing up to lean against the opposite side of the stall.
Edward finally let his arms fall down, releasing his hold on the metal, cringing at the finger shaped dents he left behind. He turned around on still shaky legs, being careful not to trip on the jeans pooled around his ankles, one hand darting out to steady himself on the toilet paper dispenser. He looked up at Emmett almost shyly, a crooked grin crossing his face. He wasn't sure what to say to his brother, how to go from the sex back to their normal relationship. Then again, maybe there was no going back from this, everything was different now. “Thanks.” It wasn't enough, wasn't what he wanted to say, but inadequate as it sounded, it was all Edward would allow himself to say.
An answering grin was Emmett's only response. He moved then, arm coming closer, and for one brief, improbable moment Edward thought he was going to grab his hand. Emmett didn't though, all he did instead was tear a strip of paper off the roll Edward's hand was resting above. He cleaned himself off with a few swift swipes, before tossing the wad into the toilet. He tucked himself back into his jeans, now that he had softened again, doing up the fly once again, leaving the belt undone for now. He tore off another strip when it became obvious that Edward wasn't making any move to clean himself up.
He held the paper out as an offering, trying not to laugh at the still somewhat dazed look on Edward's face. “Here, you might want this, 'cause otherwise you're not going to be very comfortable for the rest of the day.”
Edward only blinked at him, uncomprehending, until Emmett flicked his eyes downward, glancing briefly at Edward's crotch before looking away again. Realization dawned in those butterscotch eyes, and a bit sheepishly, he grabbed the proffered paper from him. Just knowing the other man wouldn't want an audience for this, Emmett averted his eyes, pretending to be interested in the graffiti scrawled on the wall.
Edward made a soft sound of disgust as he wiped between his legs, still very much unused to the feeling of come trickling from his ass. He tossed the used tissue alongside Emmett's with a small plop, before flushing the entire mess. Emmett waited patiently while Edward adjusted his clothes, tugging the articles back into place. Once he was dressed again, Emmett opened the door, moving over to the sink, running his still lube covered hand under the water, getting rid of the last traces, rinsing off quickly, leaving the water on for Edward as he stepped away from the sink, buckling his belt as he moved.
Edward smiled at him gratefully, cupping his hands under the flow, collecting the water before splashing it across his face, rubbing wet hands through auburn hair, leaving it darkened and damp. Emmett bit his lip, staring at his brother's beautiful face. “Edward.” He started to speak, waiting until he knew he had Edward's attention. Once he was looking back at him, Emmett continued. “Edward, I...” He licked suddenly dry lips, nervous, even if he wasn't quite sure what he was about to say. “I need to tell you something. I...”
He was cut off then by the sound of the bell, and it was with a jolt Emmett realized what he'd been about to confess. He snapped his mouth shut, coming back to his senses. Edward was still waiting expectantly, not knowing that Emmett had lost his nerve. “What is it Emmett? Just tell me, or else we're going to be late for class.”
He couldn't look at Edward then, ashamed of his cowardice, so he spun on his heel, walking to the bathroom door, normally nimble fingers fumbling with the lock. “It's nothing Edward, nothing important anyway. I'll tell you later.” He closed his eyes against the lie and the bitter taste the words left in his mouth. He knew he wouldn't tell Edward later, that he'd kept his secret for so long already, that he wouldn't let it slip now.
Edward frowned, about to press the issue, but judging by the tense set of Emmett's shoulders, the hands that had curled into fists, they weren't going to have time to talk whatever this was out. That and the school bathroom was not the best setting for any sort of serious discussion, so he let it go for now, although he was determined to bring it up again later.
Still tense, Emmett yanked the door open, stepping out into the hallway, which was now crawling with students again, none of which paid the slightest amount of attention to the two boys slinking out of the bathroom. Composing himself, Emmett looked at Edward again. “I guess this is where we find out if you can act normal or not.”
Edward nodded. “Yeah. Let's hope I can, so I can repair whatever damage I did with our first meeting. I'll see you in Spanish.”
“I better. Good luck Edward.” Then he was gone, striding away down the hallway with a backwards wave at his brother.
Bella was already in class when Edward got there, and he hesitated for only a moment in the doorway before forcing himself to enter. He pulled the chair out and sat down, admittedly as far away as the table would allow, but at least he was facing in her direction. She didn't look at him at all, preferring to hide behind her curtain of hair, staring down at the notebook she was determinedly doodling on.
He had to inhale if he was going to talk to her, and although he was dreading it, Edward sucked in a quick breath. She was close enough to not only smell, but he could taste her on his tongue as well. When the thirst started to creep up on him, Edward tried desperately to distract himself. Underlying Bella's scent, he could pick up another scent, one much more pleasing to him, much more important then this insignificant human. He hadn't realized it before, but Emmett's scent covered him, wrapping around him possessively wherever his brother had touched him earlier. He concentrated on that instead, and everything else simply melted away, until Emmett was all he could smell, until the thirst had disappeared.
Now was the time to prove to her that he was perfectly normal, not the crazed lunatic he'd acted before. “Hello.” He made his voice as pleasant, as friendly as he could manage, tacking on a smile to try and ease her.
Her head snapped up in surprise at the sound of his voice, pen streaking an ugly line through the pattern she'd been drawing on her paper. Her eyes darted to the side to look at his face before looking away again just as quickly, a blush creeping across her nose. Edward knew it was from the smile, that it was all a part of his charm. Keeping the smile on his face, he kept going, since she still looked a little shell shocked, not yet disarmed. “My name is Edward Cullen. I didn't get the chance to introduce myself the other day. You must be Bella Swan.”
Bella was just openly staring at him now, seemingly unable to form words of any kind. Edward didn't see what the problem was, it was a simple, straightforward introduction, nothing confusing about it at all. His curiosity was answered a moment later when she finally managed to stammer out. “H-how do you know my name?”
Edward laughed, relieved that was all the problem had been. “Oh, I think everyone knows your name. The whole town's been waiting for you to arrive.” He hoped the explanation was good enough, because although no one had talked to any of the Cullens about it, judging by everyone else's thoughts last Monday, the rumor had already been spread.
Her reply threw him off again. “No. I meant, why did you call me Bella?”
Edward didn't understand, could honestly say that he was confused at this point. Conversation with this girl was turning out to be more difficult then he thought. There's no way he'd gotten the name wrong, it was impossible. “Do you prefer Isabella?”
“No. I like Bella. But I think Charlie, I mean my dad, must call me Isabella behind my back, that's what everyone here seems to know me as.”
“Oh.” Crap, he had to be careful, he couldn't let anything else slip that he'd heard in people's thoughts. That's why he'd called her Bella, because he already knew that she liked the shortened version of her name better. He let the subject drop, hoping she wouldn't pry.
She was still staring at him intently though, as if trying to figure something out. It was starting to unnerve him, wondering what it was about him that had her distracted. A couple of times it looked like she was going to say something, before thinking better of it and closing her mouth again. Finally, Bella just blurted it out, the blush reappearing as she asked, “Did you get contacts?”
Edward only blinked, puzzled by the question. “No.” He didn't elaborate, not sure where she was going with this.
“Oh.” She mumbled her response, clearly confused. “I thought there was something different about your eyes.”
Edward shrugged, trying to seem uninterested, even as he cursed a blue streak in his head. He looked away, not wanting to give her any more time to stare at him. If someone had asked her later why she'd pressed the issue, Bella wouldn't be able to come up with a good answer. “You're lying.”
Edward's jaw tightened, hands balled into fists again, as he tried to remain calm, simply ignoring the accusation. “Last time I saw you your eyes were black, there wasn't any color mixed in. Now your eyes are gold, I mean, they're still a little dark, but there's definite color now. So you're lying about the contacts.”
Edward was frantically recalling the feeling of Emmett inside him, shifting in his seat to feel the remaining wetness of his come. Thinking about it worked, it calmed him down enough that he was able to keep his voice both steady and still relatively friendly as he answered. “Am I?”
Not backing down, Bella continued. “Yes, you are. People's eyes don't just change color like that on their own. Why would you need to lie about something as stupid as contacts?”
Thankfully, Mr. Banner chose to start the class that moment, shushing the chattering room, and saving Edward from having to answer. Luckily he spent the entire class going over the phases of mitosis on the overhead projector, so any chance at more conversation was ruined. Edward had angled his chair away from her again, and his fists stayed clenched the entire period, he didn't even bother pretending to take any notes. When the bell rang what felt like hours later, he was out of there right away again, already having the feeling that quick escapes were going to be normal from Biology from now on.
On his way through the hallways, Edward decided that as a plus, even though she had managed to piss him off, he hadn't wanted to kill her at any point. Still not entirely happy with the way that their encounter went, Edward decided that if nothing else, she'd ended up calmer around him then she'd been before. He didn't seem to scare her this time, judging by the fact that she'd felt comfortable enough around him to accuse him of lying. He hoped at least, that Bella figured he was sane if nothing else, even if she thought him a liar.
Emmett was waiting for him outside the classroom when Edward walked up to Spanish. They still had a few minutes to spare before they needed to head inside, since Spanish was only one building over from Biology so he'd gotten there early. Edward copied his brother's stance, leaning against the wall with both arms and ankles crossed.
Emmett glanced sideways at Edward's profile, taking note of the set of his jaw and the almost unconscious scowl and look of frustration etched into his features. He didn't however, look worried or upset like he had last week, it didn't look like he was bound to cry if that was a viable option. Still, it was hard for him to judge what had happened, if he'd beaten the blood lust. Pitching his voice low, so that no one would be able to overhear them, he asked. “So, how did things go?”
A grim expression flickered across his face before disappearing. Emmett was sure that didn't bode well. If even directly after sex Edward still couldn't control himself, then they had a problem, there was nothing more that Emmett could do if that was the case. “She's still alive.” Emmett started, wondering if it had really been that bad.
The pensive look faded though, the ghost of a smile appearing instead. “You should see the look on your face right now. Actually, things went amazingly well, all things considered. I mean, she still smelt good, but it wasn't overwhelming.” Edward paused, clearly uncomfortable, almost sheepish. “All I had to do was remember you, concentrate on your scent, and it pushed all the urges away.” He ducked his head shyly, not able to look at Emmett as he admitted that.
So he missed Emmett's surprise fade into a happy smile, missed the way his eyes lit up at the proof that he was able to help his brother. “At least we can say that our plan worked. That's good at least.” Considering for only a second, Emmett decided to keep prying. “There is something bothering you though. You didn't walk up here scowling for nothing. So what's wrong?”
“For someone who was supposedly so frightened of me, she sure took way too much notice of me.”
“What do you mean? What happened?”
“She could tell that my eyes had changed color since last week. She knew they went from black to gold and she called me on it, asked if I'd gotten contacts.”
“What did you say?” Emmett was curious. For whatever reason, most humans never noticed their ever changing eye color, choosing to ignore the oddity instead.
“Denied it. I wasn't thinking, it would have been easier to just say yes, to just agree with her so she'd let it go, but of course I was being stubborn. Luckily I didn't have to explain any further because Mr. Banner spent the entire class talking. So I don't think she's under the impression that I'm crazy anymore. Now she probably thinks I'm just a jerk, but I can live with that.”
Emmett shrugged, unconcerned by what Bella had figured out. If all she determined was that Edward was a liar, and was a bit of an ass, then that was nothing. “Well, I'd chalk this day up as successful and leave it at that. Just think, things could have gone much worse.”
Edward would definitely concede that point, all in all things had turned out pretty well. Now, if only everything stayed under control things would be great.
*****
Later that afternoon, when they got home from school, Carlisle and Esme were waiting for them in the living room when they all trooped through the door. “Ah good, you're all together still, saves me the trouble of gathering you all or telling you separately.”
His face was serious, no trace of the normal good mood he's in after spending the day at the hospital. They formed a rough semi-circle around their father, waiting, growing worried the longer it took for him to speak up. “There is another vampire in the area, at least one, if not more. They're hunting. And they aren't vegetarians. A couple of hunters found the body this morning about a hundred miles away.”
Jasper spoke the question they were all thinking, his quiet voice almost piercing in the sudden silence that had descended on the room. “Do you know for sure that it's another vampire?”
Carlisle nodded, although he looked far from happy about the confirmation. “Yes, Chief Swan asked me to examine the body once it was brought in. The official cause of death is being labeled as a wild animal, but there's no mistaking it. He was killed by another of our kind.”
He turned to face Alice then, and Edward already knew what his father was going to ask of her. “Now I'm hoping that whoever it was, they were just passing through, and won't cause any further problems for us. But I can't know that for sure.”
There was a weight in his stare, and meaning behind the words as he looked imploringly at the tiny brunette. Of course she understood, knew what he wanted without making him ask for it. “I'll watch out, see if we can try and get some sort of warning if they're going to stay in the area or not.”
He nodded, flashing her a grateful smile. “Thank you Alice. I really hope it doesn't come down to a confrontation, but we have to watch out, make sure the Quileute aren't under the belief that we're breaking the treaty. We have to be ready for anything. I won't let anything risk our family, even if we have to kill to keep our home safe.”
*****
Continue To Part 4
Author: Dysnomia
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Emmett/Edward
Word Count: ~ 47,000
Warnings: angst, language, slight D/s undertones, AU, m/m relationships, some slightly kinky sex.
Summary: Edward can’t control his killer instincts when he’s around Bella. He doesn’t want to have to leave Forks, but sooner or later he’s bound to kill her. Emmett decided it was up to him to help his brother, no matter what it takes to keep Edward with him. Things get even more complicated when James and his coven start feeding around the home the Cullen’s have made in Forks.
Author’s Note: So this fic turned into a monster. I’ve never written anything so long before. And to think at first I was worried I wouldn’t be able to get past 20,000 words. In the end I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to keep it under 50,000.
On another note, I’ve made slight modifications to Edward’s mind reading powers. It is now able to be blocked by the members of his family, since they’ve had so many years to practice doing such a thing.
There are also a couple of parts taken from Twilight, and from Midnight Sun. They have been used only because they were so perfect, and no infringement was meant. There are only three different parts borrowed from the books.
Part 1
Part 2
*****
It was nearly an hour later when Edward had found his way back out of the woods. It was probably good timing as well, glancing up at the lightening sky. The sun was coming up and it didn’t look like there was going to be very much cloud cover at all. Edward paused with his hand on the door knob, nervous to face Emmett again. Hoping his brother had listened to him and actually put on some clothes, Edward eased the door open. It was a strange mixture of both relief and disappointment when he spotted his now fully clothed brother, lounging on his own bed watching the television.
He looked incredibly bored, was flicking through the channels at a quick speed, obviously having done this many times already in the hour and a half Edward had been gone. Without looking away from the TV, Emmett spoke up. “Thank God you’re back. This place only gets basic cable and there’s absolutely nothing on at this time of the morning. And without you here it’s no fun making up jokes and insults when nobody’s going to hear me.”
Emmett intentionally doesn’t ask how the hunt went, not sure if he wants to hear the answer or not. That’s also why he won’t look at Edward, not wanting to see the misery and shame he knew would be there if Edward had failed. When Edward answers him, the light, happy tone of his voice is what clues him in, lets him know that everything went okay. “I knew you’d been spoiled by having satellite available to you. Normal television just isn’t good enough anymore is it?”
He turned to look at Edward then, reassured by his apparent good mood. “Of course it’s not. Besides, its Carlisle’s fault anyway, he’s the one who figured we could use it to keep ourselves busy.” He took in the light gold eyes, and the usually dark rings under his eyes were barely there smudges now. After a pause Emmett figured he might as well go for it, everything looked fine. “I’m guessing things went well then, from the look of you.”
The joy shining on Edward’s face when he answered sent a pang through Emmett’s chest. “Yeah, there wasn’t any problems at all, didn’t think about her even once.”
“That’s great, at least we can assume now that sex is an easy way to help a vampire’s control.” Emmett frowned, lips twisting into a thin line. “What we don’t know, is just how long the effects are going to last on you.”
Edward nearly sighed with relief, at least now he wasn’t going to have to be the one to bring it up. Edward’s happy expression slipped, being replaced with a pensive one. “I’m not sure, I think it might be fine as long as I don’t smell her, as long as I can avoid the temptation she presents I might be okay.”
Emmett’s frown deepened, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth before speaking, his words coming out slower, almost afraid to voice the words out loud, not wanting to upset his brother. “I’m…not so sure about that Edward. I mean…she isn’t around here, you’re so far away from her. Yet, just the memory of her scent set you off earlier, so I don’t think it has anything to do with her nearness.” He stopped for a moment here, trying to collect his thoughts. “This isn’t coming out right, because obviously her proximity to you does make a difference. What I meant was that even away from her, if anything reminds you of the human, it’s going to act as a trigger, and you’ll lose it. So I don’t think you can say this is going to work as long as you don’t smell her. Besides, the whole point of this was to make it so that you could act normal around her, since you have to sit right next to her in biology. I don’t think not breathing, not talking, and holding the table so tight you leave dents constitutes normal.”
It was with more than a little bit of guilt that Emmett realized his words had brought the sadness and distress back to Edward’s face. He watched Edward’s throat work, swallowing back his response several times before letting it burst forth. “And that’s exactly why this whole situation is so fucked up! What is it going to take Emmett? Are you going to have to fuck me every day just so I can get through school without killing anyone? Are you willing to do that Emmett, sacrifice yourself like this to help keep me sane? Because I can’t do that to you Emmett, I can’t use you like that.”
There it was, the root of the problem, laid bare between them. Emmett was quiet, not saying anything, the look on his handsome face was unreadable. His stomach sank, his heart seeming to clench painfully in his chest. He’d known doing this was a stupid idea, that he’d end up hurt, but he hadn’t thought it would be so soon, not after only having a taste of what they would be like together. Emmett pushed himself up off the bed, moving to stand only a few steps away from his brother. Edward struggled to stay put, to not stagger back a couple of feet and get some space between them.
Without warning, Emmett closed the remaining distance, hand reaching out to cup his cheek. Startled, Edward froze, not even breathing as he tried to comprehend the reality that Emmett was touching him, was being so tender with him. The look in those dark gold eyes terrified him with their intensity. He tried to turn his head away, unable to keep staring at him, but Emmett wouldn’t let him. His brother shifted his hand from his cheek to his chin, his grip tightened, keeping Edward facing him, so he settled for lowering his eyes to stare at their feet.
Emmett pursed his lips in annoyance, letting out a sigh. “Edward.” When there was no response, Emmett tilted Edward’s head back trying to catch his eye, although he was unsuccessful. “Look at me Edward.” He accompanied the words with a quick shake of his hand, jerking Edward’s head back and forth with the movement.
Reluctantly, the smaller man raised his eyes, looking Emmett in the face, taking note of his serious expression. “You pay close attention to what I’m about to say, because I’m only going to go over this once. Edward, if you need to have sex with me every day to avoid doing anything stupid, I’m fine with that. I’ve already told you that I’ll do anything to keep you with the family. And you’re not using me. If anything, it’s a mutual thing, I help you stay sane, and you get me laid on a regular basis.” Emmett paused here, he could tell Edward still wasn't convinced, still felt bad about what he was asking of his brother. His palm moved to cup Edward's cheek again, thumb stroking across a sharp cheekbone.
“Please believe me Edward. This arrangement is not a problem for me in the slightest. I'm fine with this, with touching you. Okay? Do you believe me?”
Edward nodded, unable to answer verbally, his emotions swirling wildly in his mind and heart. Emmett's next action only served to throw him even more off balance.
“Good.” And with that simple statement Emmett leaned in and lightly brushed his lips across his brother's in a chaste kiss, not pressing firmly, not lingering, just a quick butterfly soft touch of lips.
Emmett pulled back then, turning away from Edward to go back to lounging on his bed, scooping up the remote as he settled into the pillows, leaning against the headboard. “Now sit down so I can go back to making fun of the TV, I came up with some good stuff that you missed when you were gone. Hopefully they repeat some of the commercials again.”
In a bit of a daze, only sheer willpower stopping him from touching his lips, Edward moved to stand between the two beds. He looked pointedly at Emmett's clean bed, which he was currently hogging. His brother noticed the look, but instead of shifting over to make room he only laughed. “Nu-uh, this is my bed, yours is over there.” He jerked a thumb in the direction of the other bed, indicating where Edward was supposed to sit.
Edward's mouth dropped open, gaping in disbelief at the audacity of his brother. His eyes darted to the rumpled, wrecked, and by the smell of them, come splattered linens of his bed. “You're really going to make me sit there?” He was whining and he knew it, but still, its not like he made the mess completely on his own, it was a shared blame.
About to make some sort of smart ass comment, Emmett instead bit his tongue when Edward turned to him with a pout. There was no way he could be mean to him when faced with that look. He looked like a kicked puppy, it would really be kind of pathetic if it wasn't for the fact that he found it so damn adorable. He relented, scooting over to make room next to him. “Fine. Take all the fun out of it for me.”
The smile Edward gave him in return was worth losing the chance to make fun of his brother. Edward settled in next to him, perched precariously on the edge of the mattress as far away as he could get. Emmett could tell he was trying to avoid touching him, obviously still unsure whether it would be welcome or not. Rolling his eyes, Emmett figured it was going to be up to him to once again make the first move. He stretched his right arm out along the headboard, waiting to see if Edward was going to react. When he didn't move, didn't look away from whatever was playing on the television, Emmett took that as a good sign. So he let his arm fall to drape around Edward's shoulders instead. When that didn't produce more then the slightest twitch, Emmett made one last move, using his strength to pull Edward close. He dragged him until their sides were pressed flush together, Emmett tucking his brother's smaller frame securely under his arm.
Edward was stiff and unresponsive in his hold at first, but Emmett didn't give up, didn't relent, forcing Edward to get used to it. He stayed silent, giving Edward time to adjust on his own terms. He turned his attention to the TV instead, watching some cheesy looking sci-fi movie. Slowly Edward's muscles started to loosen, until he was resting comfortably against Emmett's side. Twenty minutes later his patience was rewarded when Edward's head shifted, dropping lower before finally it was laid on Emmett's shoulder. The touch was light, like Edward was afraid Emmett would knock him away for such a move. Emmett brought the arm that wasn't wrapped around his brother up to tangle in messy spikes, running the silky hair through his fingers. Taking it as the permission he was looking for, Edward settled more firmly against him, head burrowing into the crook of his neck, his skin being tickled by the longer hairs on top of his head.
Edward let out a sigh of contentment, soaking up the affection while it lasted. Finally brave enough to try it, he turned enough to be able to slide his left arm around Emmett's waist, tucking himself even closer, hugging the solid body next to him in a one armed embrace. He wasn't sure how Emmett was going to react, but even with how affectionate he's been lately, Edward was not expecting the kiss that his brother pressed to the side of his head, tightening his arms around him. Edward's eyes drifted shut, allowing himself to enjoy the feeling of being held, of being cared for.
The two of them stayed that way throughout the day, staying inside and out of the sun's rays. They watched ridiculous daytime television, and Edward laughed at all of Emmett's stupid jokes, even the ones that really weren't all that funny.
*****
They stayed out there for the rest of the week, spending their days inside and their nights out hunting. Edward hadn't had difficulty again since their first day there. They got to enjoy their time spent out there, time spent away from the rest of the family. They weren't intimate again, both of them keeping their hands mostly to themselves, but the instances of casual, friendly touching increased. When sitting together it didn't matter if legs were pressed against each other. A clap on the shoulder after a successful hunt occurred more often. Neither man thought anything of it, not realizing that the frequency of their contact was steadily increasing.
It was early Sunday morning when Edward figured it was time to head back to Forks. He'd been hiding long enough, they needed to return, to get back to school. So it was almost reluctantly that he packed his bag up again, gathering the clothing that lay strewn around the room. Emmett had already collected his things the day before, knowing Edward would want to leave soon. Now all that was left to do was hand the key back in at the office. Edward had thankfully managed to be out of the room when house keeping had come to clean halfway through the week.
Emmett, who decided he wanted to embarrass Edward one last time before they left, tossed the keys at him. Edward caught them deftly, snatching them out of the air. He arched an eyebrow at his brother, asking the question silently. “Go take the key back, I'll grab the bags and go get the Jeep loaded.”
Trying to avoid this, desperate, he tried pleading. “I'll get everything packed if you want. It's no trouble, I'll even bring the Jeep right up to the office door so we're ready to go as soon as you hand in the key.”
Emmett couldn't hold the grin in any longer, letting it spread across his face. “Not a chance Edward. You're not driving my baby.” He paused, the grin flashing even wider. “Besides, I happen to know that the clerk in the office right now is the same one from the first night.”
Edward groaned, rubbing a hand across his face, resigned to his fate. He wasn't even going to try and argue anymore, he could tell Emmett wasn't going to budge. “Fine.” He snapped the word out, irritated that he was playing directly into Emmett's plan. “But you realize I'm going to get you for this right? There's no way you're getting away with this.”
Grabbing both their backpacks in one hand, Emmett backed out the door, chuckling. “I wouldn't expect anything less Edward. Now you better go get this over with before I finish up what I'm doing and come join you in the office.”
Eyes widening, knowing that Emmett wasn't kidding, Edward hurried out the door after the other man, walking swiftly around the building until he reached the motel office. Gathering his courage, reminding himself that he didn't care what one human thought of him or his relationship with his brother, he pushed through the door, ignoring the bell that jangled over his head.
The clerk had been turned away from him when he'd entered, digging through a filing cabinet. She spun around at the sound of the bell, the easy smile she'd been about to greet him with slipping from her face when she realized it was him. “What can I do for you?” The tone was wary, like she was hoping he wasn't going to ask to stay longer.
Edward held the keys out, but the woman made no move to take them from him. So, feeling stupid for letting them dangle too long, he put them down on the counter instead. “I just wanted to bring you the keys back. We're leaving now, so I'll pay for the last couple of days now.”
As he'd been talking, Edward had reached for his back pocket, digging out his wallet and pulling out his credit card, handing it over. She walked away to the side room to ring them through, leaving Edward alone in the front room. Long minutes ticked by without the reappearance of the clerk. Emmett was going to be impatient soon, and would carry through with his threat to come in here. Edward was starting to get nervous, it had been over a minute now since he'd heard the Jeep pull up and the rumble of the engine shut off. He started drumming his fingers against the counter top, the small taps quickening when he heard the door of the Jeep open and his brother approach the building.
Thankfully, once he came through the door, he stayed right around the entrance, leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest. The clerk, of course, chose to make her appearance right after Emmett's, her stride faltering when she caught sight of the larger man. Her face was a mixture of horror and disgust as she slid the book to sign towards Edward, with his credit card sitting on top. It was hard to read the gibbering mess of her thoughts, but what he did manage to get made him glad he was already dead, or else he would have died of embarrassment.
Apparently, putting them as far away as possible hadn't helped, they'd still been heard, and she had also been the one to take the soiled bedding away and left fresh stuff in its place. While that fact alone was embarrassing enough, unfortunately it got worse. What Edward forgot, was that it had been Emmett who had paid for their stay halfway through. Forgot that he had paid with a credit card as well. Her horror stemmed from the fact that both cards clearly had the name Cullen on them, so the story they'd given her about being brothers looked like it was true. And she'd both heard and seen the evidence of them having sex.
Hearing the barely audible laugh coming from behind him, Edward shot the other vampire a dirty look, realizing Emmett had sent him in here on purpose, because he knew this was going to happen. The moment he turned around though, the laughter cut off, Emmett's face striving for innocent. But he couldn't quite pull it off, the corners of his mouth were twitching with a smile. Grabbing the pen, he hastily scrawled his signature, wanting to get out of there as quick as possible. Mumbling a quick, “Thanks.” Edward made a beeline for the exit, not even waiting for any response from the woman.
Emmett didn't look like he was going to go through the door first, so walking swiftly, Edward tried to escape this predicament. Unfortunately his need to leave seemed to have been anticipated by Emmett as well, and was all a part of his devious plan. He was already past Emmett so he didn't see the wink he tossed in the clerk's direction, but he sure felt the sharp slap to his ass that came a moment later. He jerked in shock at the slap, before groaning at Emmett's next words. “Come on little brother, we better get back home before Mom and Dad start to worry about where we've been.”
Edward wasn't ashamed of the fact that he all but fled for the safety the Jeep offered then. He slid inside, slamming the door shut, the metal creaking in protest at the excessive force. He slumped down in the seat, purposefully avoiding looking toward the motel, eyes trained on the highway instead. He didn't turn to look at Emmett either as he climbed into the driver's seat, laughing out loud now. “Oh man Edward, you should have seen her face after that. It looked like she was going to throw up. It was awesome.”
Edward's left hand swung up, smacking hard into Emmett's upper arm. He hissed at him, embarrassment coloring his voice. “That was not funny Emmett. Do you have any idea what that woman is thinking right now?”
Completely unrepentant, Emmett's grin only widened. “I wish I knew. I can bet it sure is interesting.”
Edward sighed in exasperation, giving up on trying to make him feel bad, knowing it was a lost cause. “I'm pretty sure you damaged that poor woman’s psyche permanently.” Shaking his head, Edward gestured toward the road. “Let's just get going already, before you come up with another way to traumatize the locals.”
Emmett's laughter rang through the air for awhile before Edward finally had to threaten bodily harm if he didn't shut up. Which only made his brother laugh harder. So Edward spent nearly an hour of their return trip with his hand held over Emmett's mouth, clamped tight to muffle the sounds, even if Emmett's eyes were still dancing with laughter, while Edward's were narrowed in a glare.
*****
When they pulled up in front of the house late that evening, Edward was almost glad to get away from his still way too amused brother. He wasn't mad though, couldn't find it within himself to be really. Once he'd gotten over the humiliation, Edward had been able to see the humor of the situation, and had found himself having to suppress his own amusement. With one last exasperated shake of his head, Edward grabbed his bag and without another word disappeared up into the house, with nothing more then a nod in Alice's direction.
The petite brunette was the only one outside, leaning against the railing of the front porch, head tilted back, staring at the rising moon. She'd let Edward pass her without comment, but there was no way Emmett was getting by her silently. She shifted her gaze to Emmett as he approached the steps, taking in just how content he looked. Her lips curved into a smile, the perfect bow of her lips painted red.
Emmett recognized the smug, knowing look on his sister's face right away, realizing that she was most likely out here waiting for them, having seen when they were coming back. He'd let her say whatever it was she deemed important enough before brushing her off. He didn't feel like dealing with however many questions she was bound to have. He raised an eyebrow at her expectantly, waiting for her.
Her bell like voice sounded way too pleased when she finally spoke up. “It's about time Emmett, I thought you two were never going to get to this point.”
He realized what she was referring to right away, knew now what she'd seen in the car last week that had caused her to let go of her line of questioning. Emmett also didn't think she had all the right information. “It's not what you think it is Alice.”
He tried to move past her into the house, but she got in his way, not willing to let the subject go yet. “So you're telling me that you didn't sleep with Edward? That I wasn't seeing things properly, that I was imagining it all?”
His answer was quiet, subdued, his earlier good mood had vanished. “No, you saw it right. Just not in the context that you're thinking about.”
Her brow creased in a frown, Alice hesitated before speaking. “I don't think I understand. What am I missing here Emmett?”
“It's...it's just to help him...to give him his control around her back, that's all, it doesn't mean anything else.” No matter how hard he'd tried, Emmett wasn't able to keep the sorrow out of his voice.
Alice's confusion quickly changed into sympathy once she understood what he was saying. Under her breath she muttered, “So he was having problems with her.” before she shook herself out of her thoughts. “Emmett, you can't do this to yourself. You can't just pretend this doesn't mean anything to you, not when you-”
With an angry swipe of his arm through the air, Emmett growled. “Leave it alone Alice! I don't want to talk about it. Please.” He'd started off with fury fueling his words, but in the end all he could do was plead with her to leave it alone.
The sympathy increased in her eyes, until it was just shy of pity, and already way more then Emmett could handle. He brushed past her on his way into the house, and this time she let him pass, stepping aside, staying quiet. Once Alice was sure he was gone, she whispered into the night. “I'm sorry Emmett. I thought you were finally getting the chance to be happy. Good luck, that's all I can hope for you now.”
*****
Edward found he was handling Monday morning a little too good, everything was going just a little too well. He hadn’t spotted Bella once, the human's classes were luckily in other buildings then his. The day went by quickly, and he managed to keep his thoughts away from what was going to happen later, during and after lunch. His mind kept drifting, thinking about the time Emmett and he had spent together. If he concentrated hard enough, Edward could almost feel Emmett’s hands on him still, taste his mouth, and feel him buried so deep inside. It was times like this when he was glad for the boost being a vampire gave his memory. He was able to perfectly recall every touch, every kiss, every single sensation from that night, every vivid detail that he might have missed or forgotten if he was human.
When the bell rang for lunch though, Edward’s stomach twisted, suddenly uneasy. All of a sudden it was difficult to make himself move, to force his feet in the direction of the cafeteria. He knew he should have taken Emmett up on his offer to meet him after class and come with him. Now he had to face this alone, do this completely on his own. Stupidly, he didn’t take a breath before pushing through the door leading inside. The scent hit him as soon as he entered, the breeze from the doors swinging wafting her scent to him. Edward clenched his jaw, sucking in a quick breath before holding it. It was already too late though, the effect even that brief whiff had on his system was instantaneous.
He’d had to clench his teeth, or else a growl was liable to slip out. His hands curled into fists at his sides, eyes darkening in hunger. He turned his head to stare at her, watching as she followed Mike and Jessica to a table. She must have passed in front of the door only seconds before he’d entered, on her way to sit down. He tore his eyes away from her before anyone could notice his murderous gaze. The thirst was starting to overwhelm him, it wasn’t going to take much more before he snapped in front of a good portion of the school.
Desperate, he sought out his brother, who was sitting at their regular table. Emmett’s back was turned away from him, and the only other person sitting there was Rose. Alice and Jasper weren’t there yet. Edward couldn’t move over there though, he didn’t trust his body to obey his commands at the moment. He stood still as a statue, afraid that if he moved, he would automatically lunge towards the girl. Edward didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t stand here for much longer, someone was bound to notice him sooner or later. And with Emmett’s back turned, Edward wasn’t sure how to get his attention. His nervous fear was growing, panic starting to lick at his insides, even as the desire to hunt, to hurt, grew in its strength and intensity. Edward wasn’t even aware of the soft whimper that slipped out, his mind not even registering the sound.
Emmett heard the pain filled whimper though, recognizing the sound of Edward’s distress even from across the room, no matter how quiet. He spun in his chair, eyes immediately falling on his brother, taking in the tortured, hungry expression on his face. He was up out of the chair and striding across the length of the room in mere seconds. He reached out to put a steadying hand on Edward’s arm, even if he wanted nothing more than to envelope Edward in a hug, hold him to ease away his pain and fear. He wouldn’t do that in front of so many people though, not unless he was absolutely sure that was what Edward wanted.
Emmett had to tighten his hold when another student entering the cafeteria stirred up the air again, Edward jerking in his grasp. While his fingers stayed curled tightly around his arm, Emmett’s thumb started stroking soothingly back and forth against the soft skin of Edward’s exposed forearm, trying to distract him.
Attempting to be as discreet as possible, Emmett started to drag Edward back out the door, needing to get him away from the human girl at least, although preferably away from all humans. Emmett silently cursed all the students that were milling about in the hallway still. There was going to be too many people to go through on the way outside for it to be safe. Emmett changed direction, steering Edward down a different hallway, one less populated, before ducking into the men’s bathroom. Luckily, this bathroom was always empty, due to the fact that there was only one urinal that worked, and most of the boys preferred to use the bathroom closet to the cafeteria at lunch.
Even before he went inside, Emmett already knew there wasn't anybody using the washroom, he couldn't smell anyone or hear any movement coming from the room. Once he'd pushed open the door however, his eyes still made a sweep of the area, making absolutely sure he wasn't about to traumatize some poor kid. He didn't release his grip on Edward's arm yet, instinctively knowing that this time he wasn't going to get to be gentle, that with Bella actually nearby, this was going to have to be hard, fast, and rough.
Knowing for sure now that they were alone, Emmett flicked the lock on the door, not wanting to be disturbed. Taking a look at his brother, Emmett knew his earlier reasoning was going to hold true. Edward needed him, his eyes were still dark and wild looking with hunger, the thirst obvious. Edward's top lip curled up to expose his teeth, the barest hint of a growl rumbling in his chest.
Emmett shivered as a wave of lust hit him, realizing he was about to fulfill one of his dirtiest fantasies. Harsh, rough sex up against a wall. Well, as an extra precaution against getting caught it was going to be sex up against a bathroom stall, but it was pretty much the same thing. He steered Edward toward the far stall, knowing the one next to the wall was always the largest, would give them the most space to move. He pushed Edward inside first, following him before kicking the door shut after him with a slam, reaching blindly behind him to slide the lock into place. With the one hand still on his arm, Emmett moved his free hand to Edward's waist, sliding his fingers under the waistband of his jeans to smooth over bare skin.
Edward still looked like he was barely holding it together, that Emmett's hands on him were all that was keeping him sane. Edward brought both hands up to encircle Emmett's back, fingers digging into his flesh, holding tight to Emmett's shirt.
He leaned down for a kiss, he couldn't resist the temptation, even if affection wasn't what Edward needed right now. So he let himself be rough in this as well, smashing their lips together, nipping at Edward's full bottom lip, forcing his mouth open too suck on Edward's tongue, their teeth clicking together. Edward's moan changed into a whimper as Emmett's tongue swept through his mouth, running along sharp teeth, stroking along his palate, before thrusting in and out quickly, imitating what he was going to be doing in a few short minutes. The hands that had been clutching at his shirt fell down slack to Edward's sides, submitting himself to Emmett's control.
Emmett growled, the sound sending a shudder he could feel through his brother's body. He had a feeling he knew how to get Edward worked up the fastest, get his mind completely off the hunt. Emmett pushed the smaller man against the wall, pinning him there with his weight, leaning in to lick up the long line of his neck. Pitching his voice as low and gravelly as he could, he whispered to Edward, breath puffing against his ear, his words firm, leaving no room for argument. “Edward, turn around, put your hands on the wall, and do not move until I tell you to.”
Emmett dropped his arms, letting Edward go, waiting to see if he would follow the command. The shudder ran through Edward again, and almost immediately after releasing him, Edward spun around, planting his hands on the stall at shoulder height, arms stretched out, his head hanging, staring at the ground. Emmett smirked, glad that it looked like Edward was going to play along. “Good boy.”
He accompanied the praise with his hands sweeping down Edward's sides to land at his waist, sliding his hands around the slim waist, one made quick work of Edward's belt, working to tug open his jeans. The other hand slipped inside once the pants were loosened enough, roughly palming his already stiff cock. Edward moaned and Emmett could feel the muscles in his thighs straining as he fought the need to buck into Emmett's hand. The brunette was slightly amazed at the restraint Edward was showing, that he was able to follow directions in the state he was in. Yanking down his brother's pants and boxers with one hand, he pulled them far enough down so that when he let go, they slid the rest of the way off, landing puddled around Edward's feet.
Emmett pushed a hand under the thin cotton of Edward's t-shirt, fingers tracing along the bumps of his spine. It was with disappointment that he realized he wouldn't be able to have Edward completely naked this time. Running his hand back down Edward's spine, slipping into the dip of his lower back before following the swelling curve of his ass. He cupped the pale flesh in his hand, thumb rubbing into the crease, brushing lightly over the puckered opening. Pressing in lightly, not enough to breach him, but enough to open the muscle a bit, feeling it twitch around him.
With the hand that wasn't on Edward's ass, he fumbled with his own pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them before pulling them open into a wide V, not bothering to pull them down. He had forgone underwear this morning, anticipating that something like this was going to happen. Once free of the denim, Emmett's cock stood at attention, already fully erect. Edward was whining low in his throat, subtly trying to push his ass back onto Emmett's thumb, eager to impale himself. The soft, needy sounds being wrenched from his chest were too much, Emmett needed to be inside his brother now, no waiting this time. Still having enough sense to know he shouldn't be doing this dry, Emmett dug into the pocket of his jeans, glad they were baggy so he could carry the little bottle around with him. Flipping open the cap he tipped the bottle over, his dick twitching as the cool liquid hit it. He spread it over himself with a few slow pulls of his hand, getting himself as slick as possible.
Shifting the hand on Edward's ass to instead take a firm hold of his hip, needing to keep him immobile, Emmett guided his cock to Edward's opening, lining himself up. He grabbed Edward's opposite hip with his still lube slippery hand, fingers digging harshly into skin. At the same time he snapped his pelvis forward, Emmett yanked backwards on the body in his hold, swiftly burying himself completely in the other man in only one thrust.
Edward mewled weakly at the action, fingers scrabbling at the metal beneath him, mouth opening in a silent scream, a high pitched whine all he could manage. Emmett was staring, slightly transfixed at how Edward was stretched tight around the thickness of his length. “You look so good like this baby. So hot, stuffed full of my cock.”
Only feeling slightly guilty, Emmett didn't give his brother any time to adjust to the intrusion before starting up a punishing pace, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in, making sure to drag along Edward's prostate with every movement.
What had started off as quiet, choked off cries were quickly gaining in volume, and even with a part of his attention attuned to the empty hallways beyond the bathroom, Emmett knew eventually they would be heard. He draped himself against Edward, chest pressed tightly against the hard trembling muscles of his brother's back. His chin came to rest on Edward's shoulder, and he murmured to him in the same commanding tone as earlier. “Shh, baby. You gotta be quiet. Nothing louder then a whimper, or else I'll have to gag you.”
The cries cut off with a moan, as Edward had to make a concerted effort to decipher what the words meant through the haze of pleasure fogging his brain. Emmett could tell the exact moment the threat registered, as Edward shook slightly and his inner walls clenched tight for a moment before releasing. Emmett filed the positive reaction away, adding it to the ever growing list of things he was learning about his brother. Now knowing that it had turned him on, Emmett moved the hand that wasn't covered in lube up to Edward's mouth, covering it so tightly that no sound was able to slip out. He could feel Edward's panting breaths as he tried, and failed, to pull in air through his mouth. It took longer then he thought it would for Edward to realize he could still breathe through his nose, but as soon as he did, Edward sucked in a ragged, wheezy lungful of air.
Wanting to touch him, but not trusting Edward enough to stay quiet, the noises weren't something the bronze haired vampire had control over, so Emmett couldn't remove his hand from his brother's face. He needed to trust in Edward's seeming innate desire to obey any command he gave him. “Remember Edward, you're not allowed to move, so if I let you go you have to keep your position. Alright?” He reminded with a growl.
Edward gave no sign of having heard him, so Emmett twisted the smaller man's head to the side until he could look him in the eyes, all without removing his hand. He tightened his hand further in fact, fingers digging cruelly into Edward's jaw. “Did you hear me Edward? I expect you to acknowledge if you've heard me, you got it?”
Edward gave a short, jerky nod, eyes wide and glassy with lust, barely comprehending what was going on. “Don't. Move.” He repeated, and was satisfied when Edward nodded again.
The hand on Edward's hip moved, sliding around to his thigh and then down and under, reaching between his spread legs to tug at his balls, rolling the heavy sac in his palm. Reveling in the tremble that seemed to be constant in the other's frame whenever he was close, Emmett grasped the already weeping shaft in his fist, pumping in time to his thrusts.
He wasn't being gentle, not even close, but it looked like Edward was actually responding more to the harsher treatment, his precome was smeared on the wall where his cock would bump against it with every forward thrust from Emmett. Edward was going to come way too fast if he continued to touch him, so Emmett reluctantly released his brother's cock, hand fondling his balls once again instead. Losing himself in the moment, in his fantasy, things started spilling from his mouth that he wouldn't have dared normally say.
“You like this don't you baby? Like having my big, thick cock shoved inside you, reaming that tight little ass of yours.”
He lowered his head to the juncture where neck met shoulder, nipping at the muscle there, hard enough for Edward to feel it, but not enough to break the skin, to leave a mark, although he was sorely tempted. "Should bite you baby, leave my mark on you, let everyone know who you belong to."
He nuzzled at the abused flesh, laving it with his tongue. He listened to Edward's desperate moans and whimpers, and even as muffled as they were Emmett could make out the needy little sounds. He regretted not being able to hear them properly, hear Edward pleading for more without words, begging him with the mewls, whines, and whimpers wringing from his chest. “Oh yeah, you definitely love this. Look at you, so desperate to be filled with my cock. You're such a slut for it Edward. You want this bad don't you?”
Edward moaned loudly, head bobbing up and down quickly, agreeing with Emmett. “Yeah. Are you gonna be my whore baby? Going to let me use you, use your pretty body until I come?”
With a creak of metal as Edward dug his fingers into the stall, Emmett felt it as his balls tightened, drawing up close to his body. Edward came then, his orgasm exploding from him, his mostly untouched cock sending ropes of come splattering against the wall. He tightened around Emmett, who was surprised by just how much this all turned his brother on. Edward went limp then, and Emmett had to move fast to keep him on his feet, wrapping an arm around his waist. Emmett removed his hand from Edward's mouth then as well, now that he was spent and much more lucid he'd be able to keep himself quiet now. He rubbed a large hand against the back of Edward's neck, playing with the short hairs there before sliding down, finger's dancing down his side, tracing along ribs and finally stopping at his narrow waist.
Emmett clutched to the exposed skin Edward's rucked up shirt showed off like it was a lifeline. His thrusts had slowed down now that the sense of urgency was gone, and he was now almost lazily pushing into his brother. His own climax was fast approaching, but he couldn't help wanting to draw this out just a little longer. His face would have been flushed if capable when he realized the things he'd been uttering a moment earlier.
The fact that Edward hadn't seemed to mind, had enjoyed the dirty talk, was Emmett's only saving grace. He hadn't expected to fall so deeply into the fantasy, although the reality of it happening was much better then anything his imagination had been able to come up with. Emmett was knocked out of his thoughts, his rhythm stuttering, at the first roll of Edward's hips. Now that his brother was back under control of his faculties, he was participating without any urging on Emmett's part. He was pressing his ass backwards with every one of Emmett's thrusts into his body. He was forcing his cock just that much deeper, and if that wasn't enough, every time he was buried up to the hilt, Edward would roll his hips in a tight circle pressing him more firmly against his inner walls.
Emmett had to choke back his own scream when release hit him, letting out a strangled sounding moan, part nonsense, part Edward's name. He continued to move, shallow, slow thrusts as he spilled inside his brother. He lay slumped along Edward's back, taking in the last few moments of closeness before he would have to pull away. Once his hips finally stopped twitching against his brother's ass, as the last of the spasms finally ended. Emmett withdrew carefully, stepping away from Edward. He gave him as much room as was possible in the small space, backing up to lean against the opposite side of the stall.
Edward finally let his arms fall down, releasing his hold on the metal, cringing at the finger shaped dents he left behind. He turned around on still shaky legs, being careful not to trip on the jeans pooled around his ankles, one hand darting out to steady himself on the toilet paper dispenser. He looked up at Emmett almost shyly, a crooked grin crossing his face. He wasn't sure what to say to his brother, how to go from the sex back to their normal relationship. Then again, maybe there was no going back from this, everything was different now. “Thanks.” It wasn't enough, wasn't what he wanted to say, but inadequate as it sounded, it was all Edward would allow himself to say.
An answering grin was Emmett's only response. He moved then, arm coming closer, and for one brief, improbable moment Edward thought he was going to grab his hand. Emmett didn't though, all he did instead was tear a strip of paper off the roll Edward's hand was resting above. He cleaned himself off with a few swift swipes, before tossing the wad into the toilet. He tucked himself back into his jeans, now that he had softened again, doing up the fly once again, leaving the belt undone for now. He tore off another strip when it became obvious that Edward wasn't making any move to clean himself up.
He held the paper out as an offering, trying not to laugh at the still somewhat dazed look on Edward's face. “Here, you might want this, 'cause otherwise you're not going to be very comfortable for the rest of the day.”
Edward only blinked at him, uncomprehending, until Emmett flicked his eyes downward, glancing briefly at Edward's crotch before looking away again. Realization dawned in those butterscotch eyes, and a bit sheepishly, he grabbed the proffered paper from him. Just knowing the other man wouldn't want an audience for this, Emmett averted his eyes, pretending to be interested in the graffiti scrawled on the wall.
Edward made a soft sound of disgust as he wiped between his legs, still very much unused to the feeling of come trickling from his ass. He tossed the used tissue alongside Emmett's with a small plop, before flushing the entire mess. Emmett waited patiently while Edward adjusted his clothes, tugging the articles back into place. Once he was dressed again, Emmett opened the door, moving over to the sink, running his still lube covered hand under the water, getting rid of the last traces, rinsing off quickly, leaving the water on for Edward as he stepped away from the sink, buckling his belt as he moved.
Edward smiled at him gratefully, cupping his hands under the flow, collecting the water before splashing it across his face, rubbing wet hands through auburn hair, leaving it darkened and damp. Emmett bit his lip, staring at his brother's beautiful face. “Edward.” He started to speak, waiting until he knew he had Edward's attention. Once he was looking back at him, Emmett continued. “Edward, I...” He licked suddenly dry lips, nervous, even if he wasn't quite sure what he was about to say. “I need to tell you something. I...”
He was cut off then by the sound of the bell, and it was with a jolt Emmett realized what he'd been about to confess. He snapped his mouth shut, coming back to his senses. Edward was still waiting expectantly, not knowing that Emmett had lost his nerve. “What is it Emmett? Just tell me, or else we're going to be late for class.”
He couldn't look at Edward then, ashamed of his cowardice, so he spun on his heel, walking to the bathroom door, normally nimble fingers fumbling with the lock. “It's nothing Edward, nothing important anyway. I'll tell you later.” He closed his eyes against the lie and the bitter taste the words left in his mouth. He knew he wouldn't tell Edward later, that he'd kept his secret for so long already, that he wouldn't let it slip now.
Edward frowned, about to press the issue, but judging by the tense set of Emmett's shoulders, the hands that had curled into fists, they weren't going to have time to talk whatever this was out. That and the school bathroom was not the best setting for any sort of serious discussion, so he let it go for now, although he was determined to bring it up again later.
Still tense, Emmett yanked the door open, stepping out into the hallway, which was now crawling with students again, none of which paid the slightest amount of attention to the two boys slinking out of the bathroom. Composing himself, Emmett looked at Edward again. “I guess this is where we find out if you can act normal or not.”
Edward nodded. “Yeah. Let's hope I can, so I can repair whatever damage I did with our first meeting. I'll see you in Spanish.”
“I better. Good luck Edward.” Then he was gone, striding away down the hallway with a backwards wave at his brother.
Bella was already in class when Edward got there, and he hesitated for only a moment in the doorway before forcing himself to enter. He pulled the chair out and sat down, admittedly as far away as the table would allow, but at least he was facing in her direction. She didn't look at him at all, preferring to hide behind her curtain of hair, staring down at the notebook she was determinedly doodling on.
He had to inhale if he was going to talk to her, and although he was dreading it, Edward sucked in a quick breath. She was close enough to not only smell, but he could taste her on his tongue as well. When the thirst started to creep up on him, Edward tried desperately to distract himself. Underlying Bella's scent, he could pick up another scent, one much more pleasing to him, much more important then this insignificant human. He hadn't realized it before, but Emmett's scent covered him, wrapping around him possessively wherever his brother had touched him earlier. He concentrated on that instead, and everything else simply melted away, until Emmett was all he could smell, until the thirst had disappeared.
Now was the time to prove to her that he was perfectly normal, not the crazed lunatic he'd acted before. “Hello.” He made his voice as pleasant, as friendly as he could manage, tacking on a smile to try and ease her.
Her head snapped up in surprise at the sound of his voice, pen streaking an ugly line through the pattern she'd been drawing on her paper. Her eyes darted to the side to look at his face before looking away again just as quickly, a blush creeping across her nose. Edward knew it was from the smile, that it was all a part of his charm. Keeping the smile on his face, he kept going, since she still looked a little shell shocked, not yet disarmed. “My name is Edward Cullen. I didn't get the chance to introduce myself the other day. You must be Bella Swan.”
Bella was just openly staring at him now, seemingly unable to form words of any kind. Edward didn't see what the problem was, it was a simple, straightforward introduction, nothing confusing about it at all. His curiosity was answered a moment later when she finally managed to stammer out. “H-how do you know my name?”
Edward laughed, relieved that was all the problem had been. “Oh, I think everyone knows your name. The whole town's been waiting for you to arrive.” He hoped the explanation was good enough, because although no one had talked to any of the Cullens about it, judging by everyone else's thoughts last Monday, the rumor had already been spread.
Her reply threw him off again. “No. I meant, why did you call me Bella?”
Edward didn't understand, could honestly say that he was confused at this point. Conversation with this girl was turning out to be more difficult then he thought. There's no way he'd gotten the name wrong, it was impossible. “Do you prefer Isabella?”
“No. I like Bella. But I think Charlie, I mean my dad, must call me Isabella behind my back, that's what everyone here seems to know me as.”
“Oh.” Crap, he had to be careful, he couldn't let anything else slip that he'd heard in people's thoughts. That's why he'd called her Bella, because he already knew that she liked the shortened version of her name better. He let the subject drop, hoping she wouldn't pry.
She was still staring at him intently though, as if trying to figure something out. It was starting to unnerve him, wondering what it was about him that had her distracted. A couple of times it looked like she was going to say something, before thinking better of it and closing her mouth again. Finally, Bella just blurted it out, the blush reappearing as she asked, “Did you get contacts?”
Edward only blinked, puzzled by the question. “No.” He didn't elaborate, not sure where she was going with this.
“Oh.” She mumbled her response, clearly confused. “I thought there was something different about your eyes.”
Edward shrugged, trying to seem uninterested, even as he cursed a blue streak in his head. He looked away, not wanting to give her any more time to stare at him. If someone had asked her later why she'd pressed the issue, Bella wouldn't be able to come up with a good answer. “You're lying.”
Edward's jaw tightened, hands balled into fists again, as he tried to remain calm, simply ignoring the accusation. “Last time I saw you your eyes were black, there wasn't any color mixed in. Now your eyes are gold, I mean, they're still a little dark, but there's definite color now. So you're lying about the contacts.”
Edward was frantically recalling the feeling of Emmett inside him, shifting in his seat to feel the remaining wetness of his come. Thinking about it worked, it calmed him down enough that he was able to keep his voice both steady and still relatively friendly as he answered. “Am I?”
Not backing down, Bella continued. “Yes, you are. People's eyes don't just change color like that on their own. Why would you need to lie about something as stupid as contacts?”
Thankfully, Mr. Banner chose to start the class that moment, shushing the chattering room, and saving Edward from having to answer. Luckily he spent the entire class going over the phases of mitosis on the overhead projector, so any chance at more conversation was ruined. Edward had angled his chair away from her again, and his fists stayed clenched the entire period, he didn't even bother pretending to take any notes. When the bell rang what felt like hours later, he was out of there right away again, already having the feeling that quick escapes were going to be normal from Biology from now on.
On his way through the hallways, Edward decided that as a plus, even though she had managed to piss him off, he hadn't wanted to kill her at any point. Still not entirely happy with the way that their encounter went, Edward decided that if nothing else, she'd ended up calmer around him then she'd been before. He didn't seem to scare her this time, judging by the fact that she'd felt comfortable enough around him to accuse him of lying. He hoped at least, that Bella figured he was sane if nothing else, even if she thought him a liar.
Emmett was waiting for him outside the classroom when Edward walked up to Spanish. They still had a few minutes to spare before they needed to head inside, since Spanish was only one building over from Biology so he'd gotten there early. Edward copied his brother's stance, leaning against the wall with both arms and ankles crossed.
Emmett glanced sideways at Edward's profile, taking note of the set of his jaw and the almost unconscious scowl and look of frustration etched into his features. He didn't however, look worried or upset like he had last week, it didn't look like he was bound to cry if that was a viable option. Still, it was hard for him to judge what had happened, if he'd beaten the blood lust. Pitching his voice low, so that no one would be able to overhear them, he asked. “So, how did things go?”
A grim expression flickered across his face before disappearing. Emmett was sure that didn't bode well. If even directly after sex Edward still couldn't control himself, then they had a problem, there was nothing more that Emmett could do if that was the case. “She's still alive.” Emmett started, wondering if it had really been that bad.
The pensive look faded though, the ghost of a smile appearing instead. “You should see the look on your face right now. Actually, things went amazingly well, all things considered. I mean, she still smelt good, but it wasn't overwhelming.” Edward paused, clearly uncomfortable, almost sheepish. “All I had to do was remember you, concentrate on your scent, and it pushed all the urges away.” He ducked his head shyly, not able to look at Emmett as he admitted that.
So he missed Emmett's surprise fade into a happy smile, missed the way his eyes lit up at the proof that he was able to help his brother. “At least we can say that our plan worked. That's good at least.” Considering for only a second, Emmett decided to keep prying. “There is something bothering you though. You didn't walk up here scowling for nothing. So what's wrong?”
“For someone who was supposedly so frightened of me, she sure took way too much notice of me.”
“What do you mean? What happened?”
“She could tell that my eyes had changed color since last week. She knew they went from black to gold and she called me on it, asked if I'd gotten contacts.”
“What did you say?” Emmett was curious. For whatever reason, most humans never noticed their ever changing eye color, choosing to ignore the oddity instead.
“Denied it. I wasn't thinking, it would have been easier to just say yes, to just agree with her so she'd let it go, but of course I was being stubborn. Luckily I didn't have to explain any further because Mr. Banner spent the entire class talking. So I don't think she's under the impression that I'm crazy anymore. Now she probably thinks I'm just a jerk, but I can live with that.”
Emmett shrugged, unconcerned by what Bella had figured out. If all she determined was that Edward was a liar, and was a bit of an ass, then that was nothing. “Well, I'd chalk this day up as successful and leave it at that. Just think, things could have gone much worse.”
Edward would definitely concede that point, all in all things had turned out pretty well. Now, if only everything stayed under control things would be great.
*****
Later that afternoon, when they got home from school, Carlisle and Esme were waiting for them in the living room when they all trooped through the door. “Ah good, you're all together still, saves me the trouble of gathering you all or telling you separately.”
His face was serious, no trace of the normal good mood he's in after spending the day at the hospital. They formed a rough semi-circle around their father, waiting, growing worried the longer it took for him to speak up. “There is another vampire in the area, at least one, if not more. They're hunting. And they aren't vegetarians. A couple of hunters found the body this morning about a hundred miles away.”
Jasper spoke the question they were all thinking, his quiet voice almost piercing in the sudden silence that had descended on the room. “Do you know for sure that it's another vampire?”
Carlisle nodded, although he looked far from happy about the confirmation. “Yes, Chief Swan asked me to examine the body once it was brought in. The official cause of death is being labeled as a wild animal, but there's no mistaking it. He was killed by another of our kind.”
He turned to face Alice then, and Edward already knew what his father was going to ask of her. “Now I'm hoping that whoever it was, they were just passing through, and won't cause any further problems for us. But I can't know that for sure.”
There was a weight in his stare, and meaning behind the words as he looked imploringly at the tiny brunette. Of course she understood, knew what he wanted without making him ask for it. “I'll watch out, see if we can try and get some sort of warning if they're going to stay in the area or not.”
He nodded, flashing her a grateful smile. “Thank you Alice. I really hope it doesn't come down to a confrontation, but we have to watch out, make sure the Quileute aren't under the belief that we're breaking the treaty. We have to be ready for anything. I won't let anything risk our family, even if we have to kill to keep our home safe.”
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