Jacob followed Edward out of the office and into the Volvo, completely frustrated with the other man. He hadn't said a word to him after collecting him from the secretary (who had promptly swooned when the vampire offered her a few platitudes about how horrible he felt about taking Jacob out, but they did have a lot of work to do on the house after the last torrential rain and all). Jacob had never really understood why exactly women felt like fainting around the other man. He had always become more riled up and ready to fight and –

"And that's exactly why I like you, dear Jacob," Edward cut in as Jacob watched the needle rise higher and higher on the speedometer. Jacob tried to ignore how the small car seemed to go past realistic speeds and instead wondered what kind of shocks Edward had had installed on it. "Women are so… frail. They can't think for themselves, they can't do anything for themselves. They're weak beyond belief. You've seen this."

"Yet you still married Bella," Jacob mused as he stared at the frothy green shapes outside of the car. This fast, it was impossible to decide what exact kind of trees or moss he was seeing.

"She was – is – an anomaly. I can't read her thoughts, as you know. She is… appealing in that regard," Edward said softly and right then, the sun hit him, making his skin sparkle like the five carat diamond on his wedding ring, imported straight from Angola. "Haven't you wanted what you can't have?"

"Isn't that what I'm doing here?" Jacob shot back, smirking at the vampire. He almost lost himself in the other man's molten gold orbs then and immediately looked away, trying with difficulty to keep his cool. "I'm supposed to marry your daughter, if I recall correctly."

"Yes, your imprint was on my daughter," Edward said. "I was destined to marry Bella. Yet it is all semantics when you are immortal. Eternity is long, after all."

"I'm not immortal like you. Renesmee will outlive me."

"True," Edward said, and then pressed down on the gas pedal. The needle came even farther across the speedometer, dipping like a disheartened boy past the final number on the dial.

They continued then, lapsing into silence, with Edward's chuckles the only noise inside of the car until they arrived at the Cullen mansion.

"Here?" Jacob asked as he stumbled out – dammit, he could be just as graceful as Edward, he could – of the car. "But what about-"

"Alice and Bella are in Italy," Edward said, then smirked, and Jacob felt his heart race faster. "The fashion shows in Milan are beginning, and you know how Bella is about clothing. If Alice wasn't there to help her, she wouldn't buy anything. Besides, she hasn't learned how to accent her newfound beauty yet. Renesmee is with them. Apparently she has charmed everyone. You should be proud."

The door opened and Jacob's eyes widened as Carlisle stepped out, his blond hair gleaming in the sun and his golden eyes sparkling seductively as they landed on Edward.

"You're late, son," he said, his lips quirking into that familiar Cullen smirk. "Enjoy yourselves. I've got to get out to the hospital for an emergency. I won't be back for quite awhile."

"Of course… Father," Edward replied silkily and the two men locked gazes for a moment while Jacob's heart raced even faster. The youngest man ran his hand through his hair and bit his lip, somewhat uncomfortable with the mood between the father and son.

Edward laughed softly then and made his way up into the house, with Jacob quickly following after an unreadable look from Carlisle. He shut the door and Edward turned around, his motions too quick for a human and licked his lips deliberately before lightly biting them.

"We're not actually related, you know," Edward responded, taking a step closer to Jacob. "My mother begged him to make me a vampire when I was dying of the Spanish influenza, but he had other reasons as well."

"You called him Father…" Jacob said, his eyes dilating quickly and his mouth drying.

"Only to play the role of the dutiful son," Edward retorted softly, his eyes locked on Jacob's mouth. "And I always fulfill any of his desires, like any responsible child would."

Jacob would have replied, wanted to say anything about this surprising new development, and in fact had opened his mouth to do so when Edward covered his mouth with his own, reaching inside with his tongue and Jacob felt like he was losing his grip on reality.

He pulled away for a second and lightly thumped the door behind him. "But…" he said as Edward caressed his neck with his mouth, "the door… it's glass, people can see…"

"There's no one here to see," Edward said as he began to open Jacob's shirt. "No one to hear you scream… or moan. Be as loud as you wish, my little wolf."

Jacob swallowed, determined to fight against the vampire's compelling words as his hands locked on to Edward's silk shirt.

"Try as hard as you want, but you can't resist," Edward continued, running his left hand down Jacob's newly-exposed chest. The diamond glinted against his dark skin. "No one can. Bella's moans are rather pretty, but yours… Yours are rough, strong… incredible. Be loud for me."

Jacob bit his lip, tried not to bite through as the other man's cold hand played with his belt buckle. His fingers suddenly ripped through the ivory shirt.

"It's okay," Edward said at Jacob's questioning glance. "It's just Fendi."

Edward pulled away then, smirking at him, and walked towards the Cullen family room. "You might as well follow," he said to Jacob, who pulled a tie off his wrist and quickly put his ebony locks into a thick ponytail. "You don't want me to become bored, do you?"

"You'd never be bored," Jacob retorted, walking into the room.

Edward shrugged from his position on the couch. "I make my own fun."

Jacob stood there, defiance flowing from his stance. Edward shook his head, amused.

"Come over here," the vampire invited. "I won't bite… unless you want me to."

Jacob swallowed deeply at the insinuation. "I'd prefer you didn't at all," he said and took a step forward. "What do you have in mind?"

"I've learned a lot from my one hundred years," Edward said and suddenly – too fast for Jacob's eyes – he reached over and yanked the werewolf onto the white couch. "You'll enjoy it."

He came down quickly then, his mouth darting from Jacob's throat to his mouth and all of the places in between. The other boy swallowed then and Edward pulled away, a slight pout to his perfectly formed, luscious rosy lips.

"You won't play my game?" he asked, then reached underneath the couch where he pulled out a pair of handcuffs and what looked – to Jacob's uninformed eyes – like small clothespins. "I'll make you, then."

The werewolf's eyes widened as the vampire hooked his cuffs on him and then around the lamp beside him.

"It's bolted down," Edward answered his thoughts. "Emmett's idea… We forget our… strength… sometimes, if you know what I mean."

Jacob was going to say that he wasn't sure he wanted to when Edward reached up with his fourth finger on his left hand and licked it thoroughly. He was about to release a slight moan at the sight until he saw Edward's growing smirk and his raised eyebrows. The vampire then ran said finger down his chest. Gravity and wetness caused his wedding ring to fall and spin around fingertip. Jacob swallowed at the sight.

The cold ring – the even colder finger – stopped at his nipple, causing it to peak like Mt. Everest (something he was sure that Edward had climbed in the past) and the vampire nodded approvingly before taking one of the clothespins and planting it there.

Jacob couldn't help himself then – he struggled with the handcuffs.

"They're titanium," Edward informed him smugly. "We've gotten them specially made because we kept breaking them."

Jacob's struggles didn't help as Edward repeated the process on his other side. The cold metal and the granite fingers caused him to become even more sensitive, and as Edward lightly pulled on the chain connecting them – he moaned loudly and shook somewhat, unable to control his reactions.

"Nice," Edward said, drawing one manicured nail down Jacob's chest as the werewolf shivered. "A few more of those and we might really have to repair the façade outside."