fic: twilight - not breaking down, breaking out (edward/jacob)

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title. not breaking down, breaking out
fandom/pairing. twilight / edward/jacob with mentions of edward/bella and jacob/bella
rating. r
summary. "I know you are trying to fight this, but I also know it is all show. I see all the crude thoughts in your head, Black. I see every single thing. And honestly, I'm a bit bigger than that. Do me some justice."
notes. Co-written with pocketsun. Uses eventide_rp canon. Title from Muse's Hysteria. Originally posted here.



Jacob sighs as he makes his way through the woods. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to make sense of the thoughts that are running rampant through his mind. He knows he hasn't been himself lately, but how can he be? He's tried, but the pack has noticed anyway, seeing through his facade, and wanted to know what was going on with him.

He laughs bitterly as he imagines telling them why he's been acting this way.

Oh, nothing really! Edward Cullen sucked me off. No big deal!

God, this was such a mess. He's tried to pretend it didn't happen, lied to himself for days, but he couldn't keep denying it for long.

His dreams wouldn't allow him to.

He lets out a frustrated growl as the images from his dreams hit him. He clutches his head, begging them to leave him alone.

“Fucking hell, stop driving me crazy!”

He punches the nearest tree, smiling in satisfaction when he sees the hole his fist has left in it. Looking at his hand, he watches as his wounded knuckles begin to heal. Shaking his head, he begins to walk again, not paying attention to where he's going, only knowing that he has to get away. He has to keep moving, has to focus on anything but the thoughts that are screaming to be heard.

He's been walking for about ten minutes when he catches a scent that makes him stop dead in his tracks.

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Edward stalks through the forest, looking for another meal. He seemed to hunt more when things plagued his mind. And the memory of that one single night in the tent had been clouding everything he did. Every time Jacob's face shoved into his head, he would excuse himself from the house and go hunting. He was hunting four times a day. This was more than any vampire needed to. He was certain that the rest of the family was worried about his insatiable hunger.

He stops cold, catching the scent of another deer, his fourth today. He quietly makes his way to get a better view, peering from behind a large tree and halting his breathing. He watches the doe lap at a small puddle of rain water, her young just a breath away. She moves farther down the clearing and he knows it's time to make his move. He catches her off-guard, striking her when she's gone a safe-distance from her young.

He hits her hard, lunging from behind the tree and pinning her to the ground. He growls at her, long and deep, threatening her. She twitches and writhes under him, struggling to break free.

Edward growls again, tearing her neck open with his teeth, sucking hard like he hasn't eaten in weeks. He can feel her struggling less and less under his weight and hold.

Suddenly he lifts his head, small drops of blood littering the doe's coat. He whips his head around and sees the very person he's trying to shove out of his mind leaning against the tree he'd used as cover. The deer under him is forgotten and she tries to stand and falls. The blood loss is too much and she's bleeding out trying to get away.

Edward stands, taking a finger to wipe the stray blood from his mouth, licking his fingers. He opens his mouth to speak, but Jacob beats him to it.

"What, no silverware? I guess you aren't as classy as you pretend to be, Cullen."

“What do you want, mutt?”

Jacob rolls his eyes and laughs. “Mutt? That the best you can come up with, leech?”

He's still leaning against the tree, arms crossed over his chest, staring at Edward. He's completely disgusted by what he's seen, and he glances at the now dead doe. The scent of blood is still in the air, and it's much too strong. He shifts his gaze back to Edward, sneering at the pompous look that he's now sporting.

Edward isn't saying anything, and it's making him feel uncomfortable. He suddenly realizes why Edward is quiet and glares. “Stay the hell out of my fucking head, bloodsucker.”

Edward chuckles and takes two steps forward. “What's wrong, Jacob, don't want me to hear what you're really thinking?”

He moves away from the tree, his fists clenched at his sides. He doesn't stop moving until there are a few inches of space between them. Glaring, he hisses through his teeth, “Fuck you, Cullen.”

Edward rolls his eyes, and wraps his fingers around Jacob's wrist, pulling him against his chest. “How am I supposed to do that if you keep fighting me, Black?” Edward laughs again, and Jacob is suddenly filled with the urge to punch his perfect face.

Instead, he rips his wrist out of Edward's grasp. “Keep your fucking hands to yourself, leech,” he spits out.

“Jacob, you are so very interesting. Your head is saying one thing, but your voice is saying something else. Fighting with yourself must be very hard indeed,” Edward chuckles, shaking his head, clearly amused by the situation.

Jacob crosses his arms again and tries to calm down. He's shaking a bit, but doesn't want to morph. “You're a fucking piece of work, you know that? You claim to love Bella, but here you are, trying to get laid. You don't fucking deserve her.”

“You played a part in this too. Don't pretend to be innocent, Jacob.”

He tightens his arms around himself, fighting the wolf inside. “I wonder how Bella would feel about this. I wonder how she'd react if I told her?”

Edward has an amused expression on his face, “She'd hate you.”

The words echo in Jacob's mind, but he's able to ignore them. He uncrosses his arms and pushes Edward hard, a grin touching his lips when he sees him falter. As he speaks, his voice is hushed, laced with hate, ”I'd rather she hate me and be rid of you, than have her believe everything is wonderful and end up dying for you.”

He pushes Edward again, much harder than the last time. “You're a selfish bastard.”

Edward reaches out and grabs his wrist once again. His grip is much too tight, and Jacob wonders if he's going to snap his wrist. Edward seems to hear this thought because he laughs softly before tightening his hold, and pulling Jacob against him. His free hand rests at the back of Jacob's head, and Edward pulls him forward, crashing his lips on his own. Jacob fights against him and is able to free his wrist. Once he does, he takes a fist full of Edward's hair and pulls hard, forcing his head to tilt back.

Edward is smirking, and Jacob has had enough of this. His hand still holding Edward's hair tightly, he mirrors Edward's smirk.

“I thought I told you to keep your hands to yourself, you mother fucking leech,” he growls and then spits in Edward's face.

Edward is enjoying Jacob's thoughts way too much. It's a constant loop of the tent, like a small movie playing over and over in his head. At times, it is interrupted with flashes of Edward fucking him, kissing him, but Jacob shakes those quickly.

Edward laughs loudly and wipes his face on the front of Jacob's shirt. "You behave like an animal, Black."

Jacob is pulling from him hard and he's sure he'll pull right from his grasp if he doesn't keep him held still. Edward leans his knee up, parting Jacob's legs and rubbing it against Jacob's crotch. He presses up and Jacob winces from him, angry in show but Edward knows better.

"F-Fucking stop," Jacob manages to spit out, but again, Edward is seeing a completely different story in his head.

Edward pushes as hard as he can, shoving Jacob to the ground with a deafening thud, the earth sinking in around him, he's startled but Edward is on top of him before he can make a move. Edward kisses him again and Jacob's teeth bite at Edward's lips. Edward laughs at him and kisses him harder, shoving his tongue inside Jacob's mouth and chuckling when Jacob bites down on it.

"I know you are trying to fight this, but I also know it is all show. I see all the crude thoughts in your head, Black. I see every single thing. And honestly, I'm a bit bigger than that. Do me some justice."

Jacob starts to kick at Edward, his shins and the balls of his feet bruising but healing. He can feel the ache of his bones colliding with Edward's hard skin and turns his head to the side crying out. "We… we can't do… this."

Jacob is trying to protest but he feels cold fingers against his cock and moans into Edward's mouth that's still hovering over his. Edward squeezes him hard and whispers his words, "That's more like it. Enjoy it. You've been thinking of it for weeks."

Jacob starts to shove him off but Edward sits up, straddling him. Jacob is watching him and then Jacob starts to tear at his shirt, ripping it off his chest. Edward smirks, looking down at Jacob, "Oh, we're finally going to help now?"

Jacob opens his mouth, his eyes flitting from side to side, he's trying to think of what to say, but Edward starts to laugh again. He lowers his head down, his lips grazing Jacob's. "I can promise you. It will be better than you're imagining it. At least you can have real memories to recycle inside that hormone-crazed head of yours instead of making up your own haphazard ones."

Edward puts a hand under Jacob's shirt, pulling forward and ripping it into two. He leans down and licks a line down Jacob's chest and stomach. He undoes Jacob's jeans, tearing them off his legs and eying the bulge in Jacob's boxers playfully. Edward laughs again, amused at the thoughts running through Jacob's head: dead animals, his grandmother in her underwear, and many other assorted things that seemed to have no real affect on his arousal.

Edward puts his knees into Jacob's thighs, moving back up to meet his face. He cocks his eyebrow and opens his mouth to speak, but Jacob's fist connects with his jaw and he's thrown backwards.

Jacob gets up and walks over to Edward, putting his foot on his chest. "Bet you didn't expect that, fucker."

Edward pulls Jacob's leg from under him and watches him topple to the ground, pouncing on him and ripping his own jeans off at the seam. He turns Jacob over crudely, tearing his boxers off with a snap and pulls Jacob's hips up to meet his own. Jacob is writhing, his arms trying to push himself up. Edward puts one hand on Jacob's back and the other stokes his cock a few times before shoving it into Jacob with nearly too much force.

Jacob cries out, cursing under his breath. Edward shoves him back down when he tries to rise, he withdraws and shoves his cock back into Jacob, pressing until he's fully inside. Jacob groans loudly and then shouts, "Fucking… Cullen. I'm going to fucking kill you... stop… FUCK."

Edward starts to pound into him, his own breath mirroring Jacob's. Jacob continues to issue death threats between moans.

Edward keeps thrusting, hard and fast as he leans down on top of Jacob, his lips brushing Jacob's ear, "Stop fighting it. The way you're tensing, you can't fake that. You love this."

Jacob uses all his strength and lifts himself; Edward reaches around and starts to stroke Jacob's length. Jacob falls again, his face pressed into the leaves and dirt. He groans loudly, Edward stroking him quickly. The combined rhythm is crippling Jacob, but he grins when an idea crosses his mind.

Jacob closes his eyes tight and thinks of Bella, noticing that Edward's hips stop moving against him, his hand dropping. Jacob sees her face, smiling at First Beach. Then he shoves the image of her riding the motorcycles into Edward's head, hearing him gasp. His last memory is her crying over him, knowing this will be the killing blow. He smirks to himself and then lets his mind speak, knowing Edward will hear him.

Yeah. Forget about her?

Edward shakes his head, clearing everything from it. He focuses on Jacob's heartbeat, noticing how it is hasn't slowed. He grabs Jacob's hair, pulling his face up to his and licking his cheek. He pushes him back down, driving into him even harder. The impact they are making is echoing over the entire forest and Jacob's curses are getting louder and louder, his arms still trying to push him up. Edward puts a hand at the small of his back, the other gripping his hip roughly.

Just as Edward's about to come, he feels Jacob tighten around him and smiles, smelling his sex spilled all over the ground. He thrusts into him one final time and comes hard into Jacob's ass, pressing flush against him until he's finished. Edward gets up, and kicks Jacob's hip, knocking him flat on the ground.

Edward tilts his head and laughs, "Aw. This was your first time?"

At this, Jacob lifts from the ground, his jaw set and hands balled into fists. He stares at Edward, unblinking and seething.

“Don't flatter yourself, Cullen,” Jacob spits out. His knuckles are whitening and he's shaking with anger. He glares at Edward, baring his teeth and the growls from within his chest are almost audible.

“Most definitely wasn't your first time, though. Another lie you told Bella. Have you ever been honest with her? You are such a fucking piece of shit, you know that? She's willing to give up her life to be with your sorry ass, and all you do is lie to her. You are absolutely vile.”

He can't calm down, and his shaking is obvious now. He knows he's going to phase soon, and the thought of ripping Edward apart crosses his mind, making him smile. He takes another step toward Edward and unclenches his fists, lifting them from his sides. He reaches out and runs his fingers down Edward's jaw line softly, grinning when the confusion crosses Edward's face. He pulls his hand back and punches Edward so hard the impact of his fist smashing into Edward's cheek echoes around them.

Edward crashes to the ground and Jacob kneels down, cocking his head to the side as he looks at him. His grin becomes wicked and his voice is quiet as he speaks, full of malice, dripping with venom,” It amazes me that Bella, or anyone for that matter, can love something as despicable as you.”

Edward opens his mouth to say something just as Jacob morphs. He pounces on top of him, his paws digging into his chest, his growls loud like thunder. He's baring his teeth, snapping them at Edward, ready to tear into his cold, hard flesh.

Edward stares up at him, his own teeth bared. Jacob’s thoughts are focusing on what he’d look like in pieces. Jacob snaps at him again and then hops off, circling and finally resting on the ground. Edward stands, dusting himself off and crossing his arms. He looks at Jacob and he’s glaring, his thoughts still relatively savage and his tail wagging slightly behind him.

What? Did you expect, a ‘thank you’?

Edward rolls his eyes and steps forward, patting Jacob on the head and walking past him, “Keep deluding yourself, mutt. I can see past everything.”

Jacob snaps at him, but Edward has already taken off running. Jacob stands and starts to run in the opposite direction, trying hard to bleach his mind of every thought involving Edward Cullen. He’s sure he can hear Edward laughing in the distance and this just infuriates him more. If the pack saw any of this, he wouldn’t even know how to explain. Jacob stops cold in his pace, staring out blankly and whining.

Fuck.

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