Great Vexations by angstgoddess003

Great Vexations by angstgoddess003

Indulge in the tantalizing adult sex story "Great Vexations" by angstgoddess003 that will leave you captivated and craving more. Explore forbidden desires and intense passion in this steamy tale.<br/>

Not erotica — angst/dark. Adopted Twilight characters, ALL HUMAN FANFIC. Jasper is brought home to live with the Cullens in hopes of providing lonely orphan Edward a friend. As they come of age, Jasper struggles with attachments, unrequited lust, and hostility in the wake of being left behind.

When the Cullens brought him into their home, eight-year-old Jasper thought it too big. He was so terrified of the high ceilings and echoing spaces in their elegant foyer, so bright and sterile. He thought to himself, There are so many things to break. Vases and little figurines littered shelves and tabletops, and Jasper was well aware that he’d never been very graceful. So he pressed his arms flat to his sides and watched the toes of his old sneakers as they led him through the house, up to his new bedroom. He threw himself into it with much relief. His ruby red room was comfortably devoid of all the little, delicate porcelain and glass trinkets that he’d passed on the way up the winding staircase.

He never thought he’d miss home, but that first night, he definitely did. The red of the walls suddenly resembled blood. Plus, there were so many places for monsters to hide in the large house, little nooks and crannies behind furniture and tables.

He hid beneath the bed on the following day when Dr. and Mrs. Cullen announced his doctor appointment. He was terrified of needles, had only just been released from the hospital where they had constantly poked and prodded him.

The wooden floor he laid against was cold and comforting, and he could watch the door through the space allotted to him. After so long, it opened, and little feet pattered through. He inspected the shoes—brown and clean—and recoiled as they neared him.

The blanket was suddenly yanked up, and the intruder crouched, ducking his reddish hair to the floor with a patient, piercingly green stare. Jasper’s eyes were wide with awe as he gazed back at this other boy, having never been around someone so clearly his own age since he was much smaller.

“Isn’t it dark under there?” the boy suddenly asked, and when Jasper didn’t answer—for he was far too stunned to do so—the boy shrugged, and simply joined him. He slid along the hardwood and lay beside Jasper, resting his cheek on his arm as he stared at him. He whispered in his soft, boyish voice, “I thought monsters hid under beds?” and pursed his little lips contemplatively.

Jasper laughed. It was so trilling, yet also, oddly hollow. When his laughter faded, he stared at the boy’s face and traced the contours with his frightened eyes. He tried to convey in a gaze how he always felt: dark, cold air tickling his toes and climbing his pant legs as he lay motionless in the dark.

Jasper was the monster, because monsters were never afraid of anything—even needles.

But Edward—as he introduced himself—remained laying with him until Jasper finally conceded and emerged. For if Jasper was a monster, then this Edward was a white, shining knight, so brave to crawl beneath a bed and speak to the monster himself.

Edward stood with his chin high as they both finally emerged and then took Jasper’s hand. He had an impishly crooked grin that enamored Jasper. Edward then promptly paraded Jasper around their big house, so proud and accomplished that he’d achieved what the adults had thought impossible.

When Edward’s Aunt, smiling and jovial at Jasper’s ultimate emergence asked, Edward informed her matter-of-factly, “Jasper can’t go to the doctor. He’s playing with me today.”

And that was that.

He showed Jasper his books and toy soldiers and electronic video games. Jasper had never seen electronic video games before. Edward—always the selfless creature—wanted to give his every toy to Jasper, and after many days spent playing with him, took to leaving his things in Jasper’s room. Esme would find Edward’s expensive devices there and ask, “What if you wanted to play with it later, Edward?”

It made Jasper uncomfortable to see his new best friend’s squandering and neglectful behavior admonished. He feared Edward’s punishment. Thus, Jasper would clutch his hand and tremble in fear of seeing Dr. Cullen strike the boy. This had been a common punishment for Jasper before he’d come into the Cullen house.

A very common punishment.

The first time he reacted in this way—shoved Edward behind him and gazed fearfully into Esme’s bewildered eyes—he begged, “I stole his toys. Hit me instead.” And then Jasper waited for Esme’s fury, expected her to go downstairs and call her husband home from work to administer Jasper’s punishment himself.

But instead, she stepped forward with teary eyes. This alarmed Jasper, and he flinched instinctively, incapable of knowing that she only wanted to embrace him. It was then that she did go downstairs to call her husband, and Jasper—frantic and scared—attempted to slide himself underneath his bed, to become the monster that wouldn’t even fear Dr. Cullen and his belts and needles.

But Edward didn’t allow him. Edward seemed to understand more than Jasper, and was sad as he led him to lay on the bed, instead of beneath it. They curled up and Edward pressed himself close to Jasper, caressed his hair as he cried and shook in fear. They were clutched tightly that afternoon, Jasper’s little sobs muffled by Edward’s yellow shirt as Edward shushed him.

So tired from their abridged day of playing, they fell asleep in that position.

And this was how Dr. and Mrs. Cullen found them: legs and arms all tangled and entwined like vines around a picket fence as they slept peacefully. They didn’t dare disturb them, and Jasper awoke feeling much better when he realized that he wasn’t waking alone.

The little boys never slept alone again.

—

At nights, Edward came to Jasper and in return, must have gained something—though Jasper never understood why Edward didn’t grow bored of just laying there in the dark with him while he acted like a scardey cat. Sometimes they’d quietly play games or use black markers to write on Jasper’s walls. Esme had encouraged him to do so when she’d found him tracing words into the red paint with his fingertip, a small, focused smile adorning his lips. The boys’ tiny whispers echoed and embedded themselves within those walls at night, writing little snippets of tactical strategies utilized by their action figures.

They were inseparable by default. Jasper watched Edward’s wide smiles with wonder and held him unlike a normal boy would have, arms always around his little waist or shoulders. And Edward touched Jasper in foreign ways. He’d pet his hair and hold his hand, and Jasper liked it. It never made Jasper feel like a puppy that had been brought home in offering to the lonely nephew, even though he’d already come to the realization that this was likely the case.

Edward made him feel loved.

Years went by with their predictable routines of waking and playing and going to grade school and falling asleep coiled around one another, and Jasper didn’t question his feelings. It was the only real friendship he’d ever known. Edward himself rarely socialized with the other children on the playground at school, instead opting to plant himself beside Jasper in the sand beneath the monkey bars. It was here that they’d eat Esme’s extravagant bagged lunches, pearly teeth biting into shiny red apples and their giggles regarding the girls with cooties who fawned over Edward’s messy hair by yanking it.

The other children eventually accepted that neither would join their groups on the swingsets.

But they were growing older as the years passed, summers coming and going and climbing the ranks of their grade school with one another. Shoes were outgrown, pants became too short, and odd things began happening to Jasper’s emotions.

Edward was Jasper’s home. He’d grown attached to him in ways that no one his own age could comprehend. For the longest time, Jasper could not eat or sleep or walk outside without knowing Edward’s immediate whereabouts.

One day, Edward went out to the river behind the property. He left Jasper behind because he’d been bathing, and Edward was always impatient. Jasper had told him to wait, that he’d help him catch the tadpoles for their school project, but Edward went, awkward feet trodding through the murky trees to the riverbank alone.

Jasper emerged from the bedroom and searched the house for him, growing panicked when he realized that Edward was no longer inside. He couldn’t understand the way in which his breathing grew labored, or why his pulse raced and his vision went blurry. Jasper ran out of the house into the backyard, in such a hurry to get to the riverbank that he tripped over branches and scuffed his knees. He didn’t care. He stood up and continued his path, eyes wide and frightened with every second that he couldn’t see his friend and know he was okay.

Jasper had always feared something would happen to Edward—that monsters would defeat his white knight. Edward had always been sheltered. Jasper knew that worse evils in this world existed beyond the trivial school yard trickery that Edward was accustomed to.

Slipping into the mud of the riverbank, Jasper spotted the shine of Edward’s red hair, his pant legs rolled up as he crouched in the water, dipping a glass jar beneath the surface to capture the slimy tadpoles.

Jasper wanted to run in after him, but he was afraid and didn’t know how to swim. He was happy just knowing Edward was alright, and as the boy turned to him, a wide small on his face as he exclaimed, “Caught six!” Jasper was relieved.

He rarely let Edward out of his sight again, opting to bathe after dark, when he knew that Edward was forbidden from leaving the house. It never seemed to bother Edward, who rarely left Jasper’s side anyway. For the longest time, everything was perfect, because Jasper was used to odd things happening to his emotions. Emotions were something he could handle.

But then, odd things started happening to Jasper’s body.

—

He saw it on television between a married couple. The man and woman were in a bed together, and he laid atop her, pressed into her and put his tongue into her mouth. Jasper was fairly certain that this was the type of television he wasn’t allowed to watch, but he was sick with a cold, and Esme had allowed him to sleep on the sofa as he stayed home from school. He’d just been flipping through channels when a flash of flesh made his finger pause on the rubber button.