REVISED

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Rated M-contains unusual non-con flavored sensuality, strong language, talk of character death, little-no angst, slight hint of bigotry.

SLASH (YAOI/SHONEN-AI/MxM/GUYxGUY)

AN: During New Moon, before Jacob was admitted into the werewolf clique. This story is messy and kind of stupid because I'm too lazy to read the book or pay attention to the movie.

Now I know a -little- about the Twilight-New Moon phenomena, & I re-edited the darn shebang.

*Don't own the characters or book/movie.

Pairing: Jacob/Edward & eventual Jacob/Emmett


SEVERAL-SHOT:

Divided by Nature:

1. Uneasy Hectic Pact


Jacob Black. Two little words that always seemed to irk Edward, whether it came from his friends' mouth or a random passerby at school. Like sandpaper: just the sound of ten letters, three syllables, two little tiny words, which was a common name in America, just Completely rubbed him the wrong way.

And there he sat by the forgotten sports bag, mindlessly working in a light sprinkle from the gray clouds. Jacob Black, on a bleached white timber that wound into the beach sands like dead exposed roots, antlers of a beheaded deer.

Animal blood… like tofu to a human. Bella knew that, his so-called 'vegetarianism' from the real deal.

How his tongue wanted to indulge in his drug induced habit of sipping vitality from a holy grail, affectionately called God's children, the real McCoy.

God, Edward felt a lurch in his too full stomach for the taste of blood. Human Blood.

No blazing after rabbits, or leaping for flying pigeons, or scurrying after pesky squirrels, or draining sips from the neighborhood petting zoo…

Jacob sat there, wildly stirring ebony hair tied back from his concentrated face and white rolled up long sleeves, fading blue carpenter jeans rumpled from holding for too long, brown hiking boots being lapped at from foaming rising tides. …No… So Fresh, so new.

Fresh, fresh youth settled comfortably in front of him like a sitting duck. And not only was the adolescent American Native all of the above described, he IS an Enemy.

He is competition for Bella's love. Her love, like endless torrid summer. Heat and sun, two things that are his enemy, but gladly welcomed.

How revenge sweetens blood like a lump of sugar over chocolate, to heighten the flavor, his edibility, this overall delectability, his taste. The small satisfactions of draining Jacob Black of his life, into a temporary fix. Just as if he bit into a berry, tasted, chewed and spat it out with utter distaste and fulfillment. Added sweetness to make into shit if he so chose to do so.

Jacob could only be described as a tough, stubborn, tree hugging hippy with the only objective to steal Bella away.

But why should that bother Edward?

The teen vampire looked closer at the small project taking shape under Jacob's hands, a woven black cord and knot decorated bracelet. It looked more like a swirl of licorice than an in-style ethnic armlet.

Was he not the Hottest thing to wake up the drizzling town of Forks?

Couldn't Jacob have easily Done the same?

Was he not the One who added Sex appeal, Danger, Beauty, And Variety in a rugged, pale, pre-immortalized package to the hormonal mix?

Couldn't Jacob easily Be the same?

Was he not a supernatural organism that most yearned to be?

Isn't Jacob already of a different nature?

Wasn't he not a deeply sexual hunter?

Isn't Jacob already not?

Was he not a legendary Vampire?

Hell Yeah!

Couldn't Jacob easily be turned?

But why did Jacob not care that his former admirers now worshipped a century old, technically, experienced gentleman?

Of course he doesn't care. That small truth made Edward all the more burn holes when He, Jay-Cub, and Bella made casual small talk.

Jacob lifted his hand and made a final knot, fully expecting his work. It looked a hell of a lot better than what was mass produced and forced into curio/tourist shops as faked authentic local artistry. The knots created a beautiful jagged diamond pattern over the difficult even braids. Dark brows knit as he sighed after neatly folding the cuff and placing it in his bag pocket.

Was Jacob's reaction just his ancestral genes reacting to pressure?

Just shrug it off if you've been out rightly insulted.

Just be second wing to the Lone Ranger and fall down if John Wayne shot a blank?

Just be a happy camper when you have to scoot over for neighbors?

Sure, why not? He is what he is, and only Edward had the power to change that.

Edward could not figure him out: He grinned all the time, laughed at stupid unfunny jokes, was close with everybody.

Little advantages of living in a wet, tiny town that was practically under water. Should've been called Atlantis for it's infamous unending rains.

Jacob stared out to the rocky islands several hundreds of feet off the coast, mist surrounded the unfocused hills floating on the sea current. He made an odd gesture by peeling off his soggy shoes and damp long sleeve, he laid them out on the low makeshift bench of timber. His caramel limbs slightly paled from the chilly wind and cold shower tensed his bare torso. It shamelessly showed off his sessions in P.E. Hard, equally mounded areas and cleaved hollows of healthy firm skin formed his naked areas. Edward's interest peaked at the sight of his enemy wading into the swelling ocean, Jacob dipped in and smoothed his long hair back from his shoulders.

"Black!" a voice echoed out from the trees, loud enough to drown out the slapping waves.

Jacob whipped his head around at the sound, Edward emerged from the dark emerald pine trees with his designer leather jacket zipped, jeans crisp from the dry cleaners, and spotless athletic sneakers.

The Native let out an air that he held in his chest, afraid for a second that it was Sam.

"Yeah, Cullen." Jacob waded until the water reached his navel, not finding it reasonable to cut recreation short.

"I'd like to have a word…" Edward turned to give some unneeded privacy.

"Uh, just a sec," the drenched teenager said sloshing out, tying the shirt and shoes on his sports bags' shoulder straps. 'There's that all American dream high talk.'

"It's about Bella…"

"Yea?"

"Stay away from her."

"Why?"

"I see what you're doing, Black."

"Which is…?"

"Prying me and her apart. Taking her from me."

"What? We're friends. She talks to me and I ask her questions about homework."

"That's a lie."

"Ask her if you want. But leave me out of it." Jacob handed Edward his phone.

"Hi, Bella."

"Hi, Edward."

"What assignment did Jacob" 'ick,' "ask you about today?"

"Umm. Hold on…" (Rustle, rustle, zzzzzzzzip…) "…a bit of trig,…"

Jacob pulled out a folder from his bag and handed it to Edward. He in turn, flipped through the side tabbed pages of efficiently catalogued school memos of read ups, study pages, notes and individual lessons. A 'Trigonometry' tag stuck out written in neat printed blue ink, the vampire's fingers paged through it and came upon some printer duplicated notes. A round near cursive name stood out on top, it read Bella's full name: Isabella Swan.

"…Some Chem…" (Rustle.) "…"

Edward flipped through and came upon a neatly written copy that had a footnote at the bottom, more like a reminder: '-Thank Bella & do her a favor-'

"Suspicious…" said the vampire out loud, Jacob glared at his accuser.

"What?" Bella crackled over the cell phone.

"Nothing, just another call coming in…" Edward lied…

"Oh, okay. I think that's about it. By the way, why ask on Jacob's phone?"

"Because I needed help too." And another lie…

"Come over before eight and we'll work out the problem areas, okay?"

"Not tonight," Edward glanced at his enemy, who stood in the gradually harshening rain, "My parents want me home tonight. Is it alright if I drop in tomorrow?" And another lie… a grand total of three in a day.

"It's fine," (Rustle) "Gotta go, need to take care of some things before dinner. Bye."

"Bye,"

"Minutes aren't free. Even in the states," unemotionally stated Jacob after the phone was held open in the pouring rain, the dial tone now audible.

"I gotta get home, Cullen," Jacob took the phone from the white hands, their fingers touched briefly. Damn, his finger tips froze!

"For what? A rain dance?" Edward said still stung from his quite moment interrupted by his enemy, with the cellular phone securely pocketed, the native turned around finding no interest in answering.

"I'm meeting a couple of friends." That Is the truth, he Did in fact have 'friends' who loved to horseplay. The vampire's pique reached.

'Really. This Is going to be a good day,' he thought viewing the swinging tail over the coppery shoulder blades and low rise jeans.

"Need a ride?" Jacob turned around, uncertainty flashed like a shooting star on his face, one minute there, one minute gone on his usually confident expression. Interesting, all the better to taste.

"I can walk. Need the exercise," was his answer, he began trudging along in the tangled root exposed forest before being halted again.

"Are you sure? Black, I can count your ribs from here." That is the truth also. With enhanced sight, Edward could see every mound and inviting crevice, he could smell the earthy scent as if Jacob rolled in dewy grass like a luxurious bath, he could hear the unaffected heartbeat, he could see Jacob's pupils contract when he turned to face him.

"You don't want to help me, Cullen. I wouldn't want to return the favor either," he bluntly answered the half offense, but he stayed in place awaiting the other to leave in his expensive foreign car. No such luck.

"I'm not helping, just livening up my day," Edward absently rolled a sea smoothed rock under his shoes and picked at chipping fingernail.

"I'll give you something to lighten up about…" Jacob chucked his cell phone at the undead teen, he easily reappeared out of the object's path. The paler teen looked in time to see the thrown cell phone 'plink' unto the beach tide and get carried away.

"Get signals down there?" Edward coolly slid his hands in his pockets and glanced at the place the phone was thrown.

"Know what? Shut the hell up, Cullen," two arms raised in a quick 'fuck you' bird flip, he turned around on a bare heel and began back into the woods.

"Fuck you." Edward licked his dry lips, he ran a hand through his hair, tongue pressing at a prominent upper tooth.

Hungry… Hungry… for that wild idiot. Teenage boy blood can taste gamey and musky like a donkey in heat, but this hunger for something living was slowly draining Edward of his ironclad willpower. A decade near nonliving lifespan taught him endurance and tolerance of little and nonhuman blood. How can one simple meeting lead to his untimely undoing? Christ, he needed a drink! No rabbit or forest deer could stamp out this thirst, for the first time: it killed him to see a meal bravely walk, instead of run, away from him without so much as a 'dear god, please no!'

"Ready or not, Jay…" he murmured through painfully clenched teeth. He followed the scent Jacob left behind, a warm smell of cedar wood and light undertones of natural body oil, he stalked slowly learning the secrets of Jacob's 'trail'.

His smell foretold the mortal's destiny, to eventually become a protector of the ancient truce, to one day hunt vampires as a foist lifestyle.

Scenic enough for post cards and paintings, Edward was now fully aware he currently trudged the mountainside of some sort. Pines and stripped trees led to another beach, peacefully secluded from tourists and locals. Sea water lazily gurgled around smooth jutting rock sides, the 'cliffs' looking more like giant river pebbles than anything. And there that tree hugger sat, on the hood of his pickup truck, looking more than delectable without his shirt or jacket, which were drying on an open door.

He examined Jacob, who was reclining, hair wet and still down, back to the windshield and legs folded up to display a pair of faded carpenter jeans, he was studying the bracelet again.

The teen vampire marched into plain view, the native tensed at the unwelcome presence.

"What the hell do you want, fraud?" he pulled out a pocket knife and aimed it at Edward.

"To eat," the vampire answered still advancing from the front of the truck. Fear didn't tinge his scent of raw nerve, it quickly changed from calm to a zealous twinge of air before a thunderstorm.

"A vampire having a taste of human is no one's best interest," breathed the native, still on defense.

"And your's?"

"I have none."

"In Bella?" he approached with a playful accusing glance.

"Now that I think about it, yes." Jacob kept his stance and brave face. Not a change within his scent.

"Great. No good-byes to fill for," he dryly laughed, finding more than probable cause to end his enemy and jumped on the truck hood.

"Fuck off, Edward!" he swiped the blade about missing his inhuman target.

"Shut up and lay like the dog you are!" the vampire grabbed Jacob's knife wielding arm in a cold grip.

"Fuck off!" he cracked Edward good on the cheek, no blood, the usually forming bruise devoid on his face. Instead it was a crack, as if his skin were living china plaster.

"Ow," he hollowly stated easily slapping the knife away.

"Steal a damn cow and be done with it!" he growled fighting as his other hand was caught and held, Damn his inhuman strength!

"That will only fill me, not satiate my thirst," Edward leaned in on the right and inhaled the calm spicy pulse, "I've followed our people's agreement. I'm a very picky eater, but lately, Bella's constant teasing stirs up my appetite."

"She won't give in?" that actually surprised Jacob, most people would jump at the chance to submit to Edward Cullen, so why not Bella?

"On the contrary, she has been more than willing, I plan to take that after I turn her. I want mortal blood today, after years of waiting for the right kind, my kind of fix to land in my lap…" he inhaled the vastly different yet similar scent he held before he was turned decades ago.

"What am I then? A filler?" Jacob felt his vital fluids freeze and call to the vampire in it's sweetest song.

"Food, meal,…meat,…a human," that meant Jacob's family was next if he didn't comply then and there, but he was willing to stand holding Edward off for as long as he could.

Thinking quickly, he shakily answered trying to sound uneasy, "H-hang on."

The immortal paused and looked his prey in the face, "If you kill me, Bella would know it's you."

"So?"

"You can have human blood whenever you want, but that means you can't kill me. At least not now." The vampire's amber eyes lit up, he brushed his mouth over the unwavering throb under an area of darker skin. Jacob turned his head to the side, his nose touching Edward's leather jacket, and allowed him free reign.

"Whatever you say, Black." Edward experimentally licked the warm steady artery, instantly his pale cheeks warmed a degree to the entrancing flesh beneath him. He leisurely sucked on the vein containing blood coaxing it out, he sucked harder gnawing at the forming bruise, as if tasting wine he lapped at the blood that rose to the surface of coppery skin. A tremor shook his whole body as the sample of body fluids reached his stomach, it quickly broke down Jacob's strangely enticing essence and flowered from his core to the tips of his fingers.

"That was incredible," Edward lowered his lips again and by habit, shoved his knees under Jacob's splayed legs, receiving a tight lipped snarl. Jacob let his eyes stare straight up at the gray unchanging sky, droplets fell unto him and the hungry predator between his legs. Edward noticed and could care less if there were a storm heading their way.

He slowly felt along the pulse with his lips, the mortal teen shivered beneath him, mouth watered at the knowledge of food, sitting obediently in his lap. His lower teeth searched about for a well known tender spot, though it's been forever since he fed from a male out of desperation, and this experience would be no different. He slowly bit in, careful not to poke with his upper canines or any larger than two pinpricks, with a gasp from Jacob and neck muscles rigid from shock, the native squirmed about from discomfort, like a child having a bad dream. Electricity surged up his teeth and dripped in a calm trickle on his tongue, Jacob's blood like bottle lightning, cruelly confined in a body, then and there, he suckled gently urging the shy fluids to slip down his throat and into his greedy stomach. Fully aware that applying light pressure and suction would veer the vital liquids off their course and into his awaiting mouth.

The vampire grudgingly dragged his fangs out of their, now, much loved lair, his gaze wandered up to Jacob's aimless eyes. His complexion had little change, which meant they were in the safe zone, and Edward had more blood to drink.

"That was just the beginning, Jay," he whispered watching his prey's expression.

Those lids slid close and lips opened, "Keep going, hangman."

"Are you sure?" his voice breathed into Jacob's right ear in false sympathy, "I can really hurt you."

"Get on with it, asshole. I can take care of myself," he impatiently said exposing his marked neck again.

"Whatever you say, Black," he flatly chuckled and smelled the stronger flare in his prey's blood: very strong courage, almost smells like determination.

"So demanding," he teased licking at the two forming beads, Jacob breathed hard through his nose, ready for the second wave. Instead of feeling the touch of hot nauseating bayonets, two wet fleshy muscles pressed to a slit above the incisions, a soft pulling sensation erupted from the space between Edward's lips, like he was sucking the juice out of an orange.

Gradual delicate pressure humanely beckoning his blood out into periodical drops, Jacob felt the thing above him sap his life out slowly, like grains of sand falling one by one into infinity. Then the vampire remembered something: his meal would taste better if his prey were more attracted to him.

"Why are you being so dead down there?" the vampire asked pulling off his host.

"Is there any other way I could be when I'm getting my body drained?" he lay still understanding perfectly well if he displeased Edward, him and his family were dead.

"You could look me in the eyes," the predator moved his face to the other's.

"I'm sorry, if my eyeballs could magically roll into my nose, then I'd see your perfect hair in my way," he humorlessly rose an eyebrow and frowned.

"My hair is perfect?"

"Insecure much, Ed?"

"No, I know for a fact that I can seduce you," Edward ran his now warm hands down Jacob's arms, and stopped at his neck.

"I can rip out your throat," he defiantly growled at the vampire's proposal still not moving an inch.

"Then why didn't you?" his interest pricked by his prey's thorny attitude and obvious bluff.

"Because," Jacob rose to sit after pushing Edward aside, "mamma and papa Cullen wouldn't be too happy about that."

They sat there in the drizzle, a ring resounded from the vampire's back pocket.

"Keep the phone, Cullen. That wet beauty's all yours," the native kicked Edward to the edge of the truck and rolled off. He quickly put on his jacket, zipped it up and hopped on the driver's seat cold and near hypothermic. The vampire clicked the drenched phone to voice mail, he opened the passenger's side and crawled in.

"I'm still hungry, Black," he cooed, Jacob braced himself on the steering wheel and seat as he drove both legs a the immortal. Both legs were easily caught and separated, he roughly scooted in and forced their gazes to meet. The native's furious brown ones and Edward's calm, half dead gold orbs.

"I was beyond considerate with your needs, Jay."

He pulled his fist back once again only to have it tied with his shirt and securely shut in the door above his head.

Jacob heavily exhaled, the slight zest of fear reached Edward's nose, "I'm starting to think you won't own up to your own agreement. And now I want to hurt you."

The native uneasy with anxiety wordlessly, awfully slowly, unzipped his jacket and laid back to the vampire's delight, "Go ahead, just hold up your end."

"Isn't it poetic justice that I eat my enemy than snuff him out? Like I laid a thumbtack in the right place of the track. My competition blushing to me," the vampire singsong into his enemy's beating neck.

"Get it over with! Just do the deed, don't squat between my legs if you got no business being there!" he yelled in irritation and annoyance as he violently twisted about in the lap he sat in.

"Shh, shh, shh," Edward shushed him with a icicle he referred to as a finger, Jacob grudgingly obeyed.

"Let me finish, I want to remember this moment," he put his finger down and continued, "Bella's mine. She's no one to be toyed with. Not by any one if they want me to be their last memory before they go missing. Well, except that they'll be dry as a mummy, that's beside the point…"

Jacob groaned, his right arm already falling asleep and his mind wandering, 'This has got to be a hell of achievement speech, like he just won a 'best actor award'. Just shoot me now!'

"Hey, eyes over here. We don't want you wandering in your mind without supervision, do we?" Edward snapped his finger in front of his bored prey, the brown eyes lazily dawdled back to the gold ones.

"The agreement was that you goddamn 'feed', not talk me into dehydration. Even Sam has more balls than you," instantly he was sorry for what he said, for even mentioning that dope Sam in the whole mix, was already bad enough already that he insulted Edward's quixotic preaching.

"I'm about ready to just pop you open and stick you in a sewer." Jacob's pulse shot at the hand wrapping around his sore neck.

"And? I'm listening." His pulse stabilized quickly.

"Quit being such a smartass and pay attention then," the undead teen squeezed with more strength.

"AND? I'm all ears," he bobbed his head side to side with the uttered syllables.

" 'And' I want my first feeding from you, ending the fifty year cycle since my last live prey, to be enjoyable. It might be slightly painful due to the fact that you are a virgin…"

"Sorry to bust your bubble, but I've been through this almost forever ago, Romeo," Jacob glanced at the radio that read 4:32, which meant about a good fifteen minutes of just exchanging words and being kinkily tied to the truck.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, Black: the agreement was to Obey, not to Argue with me," the vampire worded now burning holes into the brown eyes.

"Consolidate me to death, I'm only here until the end of eternity," the native bumped his head on the truck's window.

"Again with the mouth, stop being so pigheaded," Edward scolded.

"And lay here dying as quietly as possible for your pleasure?"

"You can fill in the blanks with cries of mercy if you want, if being treated with care humiliates you," he shrugged, though much preferring begging or moaning to whining.

"Oh, please hurt me, Edward Cullen. You sexy, frigid as ice, undead hunk," Jacob monotonously mocked with a vacant look, "Make you any happier?"

"I don't care, we're in the sticks for crying out loud. Nobody's going to save you. Nobody can save you from me," his voice seeping thick with visible want.

"I'm lethargic with fear," the mortal deadpanned, face visibly jaded beyond comprehension.

"Real fear is your heart beating miles a minute," his words serious and cautioning.

"Goody. You going to tell me my horoscope and zodiac sign now, because I wanted to know if Bad Luck and Bad Revenge Dialogue was part of my day," the human unsmilingly hit with dead accuracy to Edward's confidant esteem.

"Compassion for the living has barely enough strength to restrain me from ripping you up," he warned.

"Don't let my mortality keep you waiting. Kill me now so I don't embarrass you and snore my way into a sarcophagus," another direct hit.

"You, by all means, don't take me seriously," his acidic tone now kicking in.

"Look 'Buddy', I want to go home! In a hearse or not, just be done with me," Jacob growled and grasped the vampire's chin in his hand. The attract and eat plan now fully backfired in Edward's face, Jacob's taste was now fully tainted with the rancid smell of hate.

"Go home," he ripped the makeshift restraints.

"What?" the human asked wide eyed with disbelief.

"Go Home!" he yelled.

"Then Get Out Of My Truck!" Jacob kicked him out of the spacious auto compartment and shut the chunky door before locking it.

"I'll see you tomorrow," the immortal aridly commented with a joyless wave.

"Go fuck yourself!"

And he gunned off without so much a thought of forgiving Edward of his behavior.


NOTE: I'll probably keep the 'vampire venom' thing going, because it doesn't turn a human, it is moreover a 'marking'. If 'Fang' is mentioned, it's not the correct word for canine teeth, but it is an equivalent/synonym.

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Okay, Okay, I bet this makes me look stupid to admit, I've done wrong & brutally killed the Twilight saga story.

Watched New Moon on 11-30-09, this story was rushed because of the Edward/Jacob parings I read about, Not Jacob/Edward.

But the Jacob/Edward seemed so interesting, because Edward is a vampire who left his girlfriend, Jacob is a human protecting his 'cougar', so I really thought it would be pretty…weird to make Jacob the sub & Edward the dom. I admit, it is weird.

Apologies for offending fans, if you don't care to read it again, I wholly understand.

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~Thank you Est661, who took the time to give me a spanking, some Twilight advice, some constructive criticism & some info to correct this faux pas with.