Pairings: Jacob/Edward, some Rosalie/Bella, insinuated other slash werewolf/vampire pairings
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Jacob is in denial. Bella is his sister. Edward is in his mind. And apparently, according to Alice, everyone in the wolf tribe are destined to imprint on a vampire...and will also catch a case of the Gay Flu too. Yep. Jacob's in denial.
A/N1: Severely AU and Slashified...and the characters could very well be considered OOC due to the drastic change in circumstances! Don't like? PLEASE DON'T READ! ALSO! Every single pairing EXCEPT for Carlisle/Esme is uncanon.
IMPORTANT!!!! This is written for my good friend yenny2206, requested as a Christmas Gift by hogwartsvixxen. I hope you two are happy with this :)
A/N2: This chapter will be Paul/Emmett centric (or Pett
, as I have dubbed them) but since you all seem to like them hopefully you won't mind too much :)
The last couple of days had been hard on Paul.
Not only had he had to try and fully get himself used to the fact that he Imprinted on a leech, but he'd had to do so while hiding everything from his family and pack. It'd been hard, it'd been stressful, and in the end it'd been in vain. He'd known that sooner than later he'd have to phase, and then everything would be known to the wolves. They'd reacted with the disgust he'd expected, and he hadn't been surprised that they'd found him sick, hadn't believed his story about Alice's vision of wolves Imprinting on vampires. They'd banished him, severing his ties and bond with the pack, and it'd hurt. Not only had it hurt emotionally, but it'd hurt physically.
The bond between pack-members was a tangible thing, almost alive, and it stung like hell when it was ripped apart by the Alpha.
As he sat on the sofa, trying to watch TV with Charlie, his thoughts were split into so many different directions.
One of the directions was on Charlie Black Swan himself.
As a part of the pack Paul had been taught to take pity on the man who'd been banished, had been told how Charlie wasn't a pack member, never had been.
But Charlie Black Swan had been more of a pack member to Paul than his own pack had.
Charlie had taken him into his home, let him eat up all his food with minimal complaints, and understood him.
Charlie too had been banished because he was different.
It was probably why he'd taken Paul in.
And Paul was always going to be grateful to him for it.
The other direction his thoughts found themselves in was on what Charlie was obviously trying to ignore and drown out with the sound of the television.
Upstairs, in their rooms, Bella was with Rosalie and Jacob was with Edward.
The week Paul had been with the Black Swans he'd watched in morbid fascination how the wolves behaved with their leeches.
Bella was the most comfortable, always touching Rosalie in some way. And Rosalie gave off the air of a stuck up bitch who had an icicle shoved up her ass, but when she was with Bella, or listening to something Bella said...she always wore this smitten expression on her face. Of course, the blonde never let Bella see her when she had this expression on, always schooling her features neutral whenever Bella glanced in her direction, but Paul had seen it, and so had Charlie.
Paul knew Charlie had a lot of issues with this situation (and he probably drank more now than he had before) because not only was his daughter with a bloodsucker, but his son was with one too.
Jacob and Edward.
Now that was an interesting duo.
Paul made up his face.
He was glad that those two spent most of their time in Jacob's room because it was weird to just see them looking at each other, smirking or glaring or whatever, but always so silent.
That whole mental communication thing they had going on was freaky.
Upstairs, Bella gave a little giggled shriek.
Charlie cursed under his breath and turned up the volume on the television.
Paul really couldn't imagine Charlie with a vampire, especially not with how he reacted to the fact that he kids were with leeches, but apparently he was going to meet some pretty girl bloodsucker who would change his thoughts on the matter.
Hell, even Seth was supposed to end up with a leech.
If it wasn't for the fact that Paul wasn't the type to live in denial, he'd think that Alice Cullen was a loony who needed to be placed in a mental institution.
But Paul was a person who faced situations, no matter how daunting, and he knew that despite how insane it seemed, he'd Imprinted on Emmett Cullen.
And Emmett Cullen hated his guts.
Paul groaned, resting his head hard against the back of the sofa.
Had this been any other person Paul would have just gone up there, told the dude he was going to end up with him, and if the guy didn't like it that was his problem. After finally wearing down the guy Paul would then admit that he was a wolf and all about Imprinting.
But Emmett Cullen wasn't just any guy.
He was a fucking leech!
And a strong one at that!
Paul and Emmett had fought around the boundary more than once, physically, and yet neither had truly been trying to kill each other.
The wolf really wondered who would win if they'd been death matches.
He figured that they'd be pretty much equal in strength, which would make the match all that more interesting.
It'd be a total fight for dominance because unlike pretty boy Edward upstairs, Paul knew that Emmett wouldn't just hand over dominance like that.
He'd fight for it with teeth and nails.
Just like Paul.
It'd be violent and hard and they'd get hurt.
Paul got hard just thinking about it.
He cleared his throat and subtly maneuvered one of the sofa cushions over his lap to hide any evidence of his thoughts.
They'd wrestle, and it'd be a tough battle, but in the end Paul would win and force submission, proving his dominance.
A little whine curled in his throat, but he swallowed it back down.
Gods...he was so conflicted!
Years of conditioning made him detest and distrust leeches, he was still wary of Edward and Rosalie, and yet he wanted Emmett.
Almost as much as he wanted to kick his ass.
And do other things to his ass.
And it was driving Paul mad.
He was pissed off at Emmett, at himself, at wolves and vampires and everyone in general.
Standing up, Paul stalked to the kitchen and tore open the fridge door, grabbing the carton of orange juice and slamming the door shut. He was about to drink straight from the carton when he remembered this wasn't his home, and Bella was really bitchy when it came to those stuff, so instead he just poured himself a glass and drank.
He was sick of just sitting doing nothing.
This wasn't like him.
He was going to charge to the Cullen's home, demand Emmett get his ass outside, and then they were going to have a goddamned talk!
Determined, Paul stormed out of the kitchen and grabbed his keys on his way to the front door, flinging it open and stopping in his tracks.
Emmett stood there, hand raised to knock on the door, looking just as friggin annoyed.
They just stood there, eyes narrowed at each other warily and annoyed.
"What are you doing here?" Paul wanted to know.
"Someone had to have some backbone and come to talk about this situation and lay down the law." Emmett declared, folding his arms over his muscled chest.
Paul sneered. "Are you calling me a coward, leech?"
"I call it like a see it, mutt." Emmett snarled.
Paul growled at the vampire.
Emmet sneered at the wolf.
"For your information, I was just going to talk to you." Paul shook the keys violently in Emmett's face.
"Sure you were." The vampire snorted.
"I was!" Paul exclaimed.
Emmet smirked. "If it makes you sleep better at night."
Paul narrowed his eyes, clenching his fists. "Be glad that I'm staying with allies of yours or I would totally kick your ass!"
"You're so full of mouth, Paul." Emmett taunted, eyes going darker as he leaned in. "And yet you always have some excuse as to not do anything. First it was the boundary line, and now its the alliance between us and this house."
"Are you saying I'm a coward?" Paul snarled, skin rippling, only barely keeping himself from shifting in the middle of the neighborhood.
"Didn't you ask me that already?" Emmett mocked.
With a growl Paul surged forwards and grabbed Emmett, turning him and slamming him face forwards into the wall, pressing up against him from behind, the hard on he'd forgotten rejoicing. "If I really wanted to, I could make you submit...and love it."
"The fuck you could!" Emmett growled, snapping his head back against Paul's probably breaking his nose. When Paul howled in pain and let go Emmett broke loose and in seconds Paul was the one slammed face first into the wall, with Emmett pressing up against him. "If for some reason things ever went that way, I will not be the one taking it up the ass!"
Despite the agony of his bleeding nose, Paul was grinning.
With strength in his human form that he could only attribute to his link with Emmett, he elbowed the vampire strong enough to hurt and cause him to loosen his hold and double over. The wolf then turned and kicked at Emmett's calf, causing the vampire to fall on the entranceway, and in seconds Paul was straddling him, grabbing the vampire's wrists and keeping them pressed to the floor.
Paul grinned bloodily down at the struggling vampire. "Yes. You would."
Emmett had suddenly gone stiff, eyes going black in seconds.
For a second Paul didn't understand what was wrong, but then some of his blood dripped onto Emmett's face.
He was bleeding on a vampire.
Once more his wariness returned, his eyes narrowing.
And yet he wasn't prepared for Emmett's unexpected surge of strength as he freed his arms and instead grabbed onto Paul's wrists, yanking him down flat on him.
Paul struggled, but found himself unable to move in time for Emmett to reach up and begin to lick the blood from off of his face.
The wolf went deadly still.
Emmett seemed to be possessed by the smell and taste of the blood, and yet he wasn't acting violently or homicidal, instead slowly and softly lapping.
The tanned boy slowly relaxed, though remained somewhat wary, as Emmett actually purred.
This continued until Paul's enhanced healing kicked in, mending the broken bone, and the bleeding stopped.
By this time the wolf was painfully hard and ashamed of how this weirdness had turned him on.
It was fucking messed up!
And considering that he could feel a corresponding hardness pressed against his...he knew he wasn't the only one affected.
Suddenly Emmett's eyes cleared up and he went tense. "Oh fuck!"
That about summed everything.
In seconds Emmett had thrown him off and rushed towards his jeep.
Paul stumbled to his feet. "Who's the coward now?"
"Fuck you mutt!" Emmett snapped, tearing out into the street, pedal to the medal.
Paul smirked, leaning against the house wall.
A wolf whistle echoed throughout the yard.
Paul pushed away from the wall and looked up, eyes widening when he saw Bella and Rosalie poking their heads out of the window, grinning down at him.
A chuckle caused him to turn to see Jacob and Edward looking out as well from Jacob's window.
He glared at them, blush raising up his neck. "How long have you perverts been there?"
"You know, if you don't want people watching, you shouldn't try taking each other on the front lawn!" Bella winked. "But then again, that's just my opinion."
Rosalie chuckled as Bella yanked her back into the room, closing the window.
Paul turned towards Edward and Jake, glaring heatedly at them.
"Right." Edward smirked, pulling Jacob back inside.
Their window closed.
The sound of the television inside grew louder.
Paul growled and sat down on the front step.
He was never going to live this down.