Ok, I hope no one is or will be offended by the fact that I have Quileute's attending pow-wows. I don't think they do. But if they do please let me know and I'll change it to a party that they attended. This is inspired by ParselmouthPrince's You'll be in my Heart.

Disclaimer: Don't own twilight saga.

And I didn't read the books so I'm making my own descriptions. Tell the real ones if you have a problem.

Danger Will Robinson, Danger! Lemon in this chapter and this is my first lemon so tell me what you think. Boy X Boy if you don't like it don't read it. Sam Uley/Jacob Black

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Sam's PoV

Jacob was drunk. Then again saying he was drunk was comparing a match to the sun. He was absolutely off his rocker. I saw why Billy never let him drink. There was a pow-wow and the boy had gotten himself into a drinking contest with Embry. (He lost, much to Jacob's pleasure) The boy was leaning against me, as we made our way to my house. I'd let the kid sleep in my house to avoid the wrath of his father. His hang over would be punishment enough. Besides the pack slept at my house a lot, it had something to do with the fact that only Emily knew about the pack, and their parents not wanting hungry, large, hairy, sometimes horny, teenage wolves in their house.

Emily didn't mind and she was out of town to see relatives. So I unlocked the front door and we went inside.

Jacob's PoV

I leaned against Sam. It felt nice. He was warm, and his muscle, though hard, was soft and cushion-y, if that was even a word. I stumbled through the house and Sam dropped me on the couch. I landed with an oompf. Sam rolled his eyes at me or at least I thought he did. I couldn't tell with the world spinning above my head. Sam started to walk away, but I stopped him by say,

"Ya know you're kinda a stick in da muck. Mud"

"Pardon?" Sam rumbled. I never noticed how nice his voice sounded.

"Well. You never let us fool around, and you're as strict as hell," I slurred.

"Oh? And why exactly do I perceive to be a 'Stick in the mud?" Sam queered, trying to get some honest answers out of the boy when he wouldn't notice.

"Aaahhh, you're just too grumpy, and you never have fun or do stupid stuff we do,"

"You're saying that I should join you and the others in your guy's idiocy?"

"Aaahhh, my head hurts! Stop asking questions!" I growled.

"I do, do foolish things, you know," Sam said with an air of finality.

"Prove it!" I snapped at once.

He came over and hovered over me. "And why is that?"

"Because, you never do anything stupid, and I have to see it to believe it," I countered, hiccupping.

His eyes bored into mine, and I stared back. I never realized how pretty they were. They were a light blue, which was rare in the reservation. I suddenly grew tired and tried to get him to leave by saying, "Do it in the morning, I'm too tired to see it right now."

He studied me a moment than said, "No. I don't think I will. I think I'll do it right now."

His knee came up and started grinding against my crotch. I bucked in pleasure. I hadn't even realized I was hard. I threw my hand around his neck, unconsciously. I was a uke, a wolf male that could have kids, and the pack had, after many near rapes, held back. I guess he decided that since I was drunk, he could jump me. I didn't really care though as long he kept the wonderful friction against my dick.

I spread my legs instinctively. He laughed and his lips crushed into mine. The kiss was hot and passionate. He nipped my lower lip and his tongue poked my teeth, demanding entrance to my mouth. His tongue plundered my mouth and my tongue danced with his. He tasted incredible. He tasted like mesquite and something else that had a nice spice to it. His lips left my mouth and I moaned at the loss. His lips trailed down my neck, kissing, nipping and sucking at the heated flesh around my neck.

I felt something hard poking in between my legs. That's when I realized two things: One he was straddling my waist and two he was hard. He looked into my eyes, asking permission and I nodded. I was so horny and drunk; I thought I'd die if he didn't fuck me good. He smiled and left me. I cried out in wanton desire. I saw him take off his shirt, slowly; revealing tanned skinned and rippling muscles. He was doing it slowly just to torture me. I was getting harder by the minute. I tried to get up to kiss him but he said, "No, Jacob, lie down and watch."

I felt the smothering blanket of the alpha's command. I thrashed around trying to go to him, but to no avail. He had an eight pack that put my six to shame. His pectorals were large and looked rock hard. His hands ghosted down to the clasp of his jeans. He undid the button, and slid out of his pants, revealing black boxers. His manhood stood out of the precut hole, standing tall and proud. He pumped his dick a few times and I thrashed in indignation and lust. He was jerking off while I was as horny as a bitch during mating season. He laughed at my reaction and he slid the boxers down, revealing ebony hairs around his cock and sac. Undressed, he returned and loomed over me. I gazed into his eyes, silently begging to be touched.

He leaned down and asked huskily, "Do you want to come for me? For your alpha? For a male who you said you'd never be with?"

I nodded frantically. He smiled and tore off my shirt. Around mortals we had to be careful. They were so delicate and fragile. Other supernatural beings, we could act like monsters. His lips caught mine again and our tongues danced. His lips trailed down my neck, nipping and sucking. His lips trailed lower and he caught a nipple in his mouth. I gasped and arched up against him. His tongue swirled around it, and he sucked it. I bucked again when his hand started toying with the other one. Sam bit me leaving a love-bite, and then moved on. His mouth moved lower, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

His mouth reached my waist band, and looked me in the eye for assurance once again. I nodded eve more desperate than before. He undid the clasp and ripped them off my body. He couldn't exactly tear them off; I still had to go home in the morning. Sam laughed and said,

"Commando? I told you that you guys had the night off for the pow-wow."

"Habit," I gasped.

He smirked and lowered his head over my manhood. His mouth was warm, and he was good at this. His tongue swirled around my head, and then trailed down the vein. He bobbed his head up and down. I bucked, and bucked, and I moaned out his name, over and over and over again. I made noises that I could only make when I was a wolf. His head bobbed up, and he sucked hard, and I came. I exploded in his mouth, my seed filling his mouth. He let my dick slip from his lips, and whimpered and the loss. He swallowed and licked his lips. It seemed he liked the taste, because when he looked at me he seemed even more turned on.

He put his fingers in my mouth and I sucked them unconsciously, getting hard at the prospect of what was coming next. Now as I said before, I am a uke, which means I can have kids, and everything that comes with it, but even knowing this I was still surprised when he said,

"Ha, you're like a bitch in heat, wet and waiting."

He wiped his wet fingers on my thigh, seeming to use my natural lubricant. He stroked my hole, and I bucked and moaned in pure pleasure. It felt weird to have the first finger in me, and the second finger was starting to ache a little, but the pleasure was still over whelming the pain. The third finger they pain and pleasure was about equal, and I tossed my head in lust and pain. He removed his fingers and I took a double take of Sam's girth. It was very large. It was going to hurt a lot inside me but I didn't care. His dick looked about a 10 inches long and 2 inches wide.

Sam positioned himself at the entrance to my stretched hole. With one, hard thrust he sheathed himself completely. The pain was excruciating, but Sam groaned his head rolling back in pleasure.

"You're so tight, Jake, I love it," Sam gasped.

"It hurts," I whimpered. It felt like I was being cleaved in two.

"Don't worry, it always hurts at first, but it'll get really good soon," Sam panted. He looked like he was going to explode right now. He let me have some time to adjust and I nodded then he started to thrust into me. He hit a bundle of nerves somewhere in my body, and I arched my back and I slammed into him, making him hit it again.

"That's your prostate, Jake," Sam whispered huskily, as he continued to thrust into me at a pace that probably would've killed mortals. He pounded into me, and I came over and over again. It seemed like my orgasm never ended. With one last thrust, he groaned and shot his load deep into me. We rode the waves of pleasure than he fell against me.

"That was great," Sam said panting.

"Yeah, and I'm glad I'm a wolf,"

"Why?"

"This way I had an excuse to howl," I said smirking. He laughed and claimed my lips once more. He got up and went to the linen closet down the hall. He came back with a towel and cleaned up our mess. He tossed me my pants and I got into them haphazardly. Sam dressed and put a blanket on me. He kissed my forehead good night. I sighed contentedly, not caring what would happen in the morning when Emily came back. I drifted off into dream land and that's the last thing I remember.

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Fin. End. Etc. What did you think? R&R