A/N: So this is our first stab at writing anything, much less boy slash so please be honest. We are nervous but excited. This is a one shot with a possible EPOV depending on response.

Ignis et Glacies

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

-- Robert Frost


I was sitting outside of the coffee shop with my study group wondering how I got stuck with this particular group of idiots. We were collaborating on a project that was half of my semester grade. I am slowly beginning to realize that I am going to be the one doing the work if I valued my GPA. While I tuned out the bickering going on between them at the table, I closed my eyes and let the breeze blow through my hair. I was thinking about my life or lack there of. I was wondering about what the future holds for me as it has yet to begin to take shape. I am almost done with school and am not particularly anxious to be out in the real world. I will be an adult, a grown up....oh God.....I need to stop thinking so much.

I sit up and open my eyes and realize nothing is going to be accomplished today and everyone is packing up. I opt to stay behind and enjoy my coffee in silence. As I am sitting there I am once again assailed by this intense longing...for what, I don't know. I turn my head to the side to stretch my neck and that is when I saw him and in that moment I knew what it was I was looking for. In the intense stare of his beautiful eyes I saw my future. His gaze was burning into my soul and taking root in my heart and I felt like I was about to explode only to realize I had stopped breathing. I closed my eyes for a moment and when I opened them again, he was gone and suddenly my body deflated.

The next day I sat outside of the coffee shop again wondering if the man would return. I studied for hours, enjoying the sun and looking around the cafe.

This became my pattern for the next several days, I would go to the cafe from open to close, aside from the hours I was in school , hoping to catch a glimpse of him again. I brought all my schoolwork with me and when that ran out, I had books to read. It was awfully hard to concentrate when you knew your reason for being was out there somewhere and you didn't even know his name.

By the end of the week I was almost ready to give up, maybe he was passing through, maybe he frequented more than one coffee shop, maybe he worked long hours...the maybe's could make me crazy. I settled into my table and got my work out. I was glad I brought my jacket with me as the cool, grey weather outside matched my dreary mood.

I was working on the project for my history class and was lost in thought when I felt it, the electric current....he was here and for the first time in my life I felt the sheer terror of the unknown. If I looked up, would he be looking at me? Would he feel the same way I do? How could he possibly, he didn't know me, but I knew what I wanted. Him. So look up, quit being a coward and make it happen!

After giving myself a mental pep talk, I looked up and there he was. Sitting with his head down so I could actually study him without appearing like a crazed stalker. His jaw was the first thing I noticed. It was angular and chiselled and I wanted to run my nose along the underside just to see what he smelled like. His mouth was the perfect shade of red that was a beautiful contrast to his pale white skin. I looked up at his hair and it was the most bizarre colour I had ever seen. It was bronze and messy and really fucking sexy, I couldn't wait to run my fingers through it to see just how tousled it could get.

When I glanced back down at his face I was met with his eyes...."Oh shit"...he caught me staring, to late now. I looked directly at him and saw him smirking at me. That smirk went to straight to my cock and I discreetly adjusted myself. We stared at one another, each drinking in the site of the other for a full minute before I saw his hand come up and wave me over to his table. It was the sexiest fucking thing I had ever seen and I could only imagine what those hands would feel like touching me, stroking me, holding me while he thrust into me.

This was it, the defining moment of my life. All of a sudden I felt the need to run to him at a full sprint, instead I nonchalantly gathered my things and walked over to sit down across from him. He was so fucking gorgeous and I needed to hear his voice, so I stuck out my hand, "I'm Jasper". He looked down at my hand and up at my face said "Edward." He didn't even acknowledge my extended hand, so I dropped it to my side thinking that manners would have at least dictated a handshake here.

Alright, maybe I was wrong, maybe he's not into guys. This really fucking sucks, and an awkward silence ensued while we stared. Do I stay, leave? Please don't make me leave.

In a voice that can only be described as sensual and melodic he said, "Do you want to get out of here?"

Hell fucking yes....."Yes" I whispered in a quivering voice I did not recognize.

He smiled a brilliant smile that lit up his whole angelic face and got up. I stood as well and followed. I would follow him to the ends of the earth if he asked.

All the warnings people had told me all my life about strangers and not going home with people you don't know flew out the window as I proceeded to follow this man to a silver Volvo and sat down in the passenger seat he offered me.

I was desperate to touch him, to feel his luscious alabaster skin, but he had made no effort to initiate any contact with me so I sat on my hands to keep from reaching out and grabbing his. The electricity was humming all around us in the car and I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye and was shocked by the sight.

He was gripping the steering wheel hard and his perfectly contoured lips were now mashed together in a thin line with what can only be described as anger or frustration.

"Have I done something wrong Edward?"

"Why would you ask me that?" he spat at me.

"Because honestly, you look pissed and if I did something I want to know what?"

"It is not you, I promise. I do not make a habit of this and these feelings I have are new and not something I am used to." He muttered.

"Ooo-kayyyyy" What the fuck else was I supposed to say to him?

We spent the rest of the car in tense silence as a war raged on in my head. Did I want to be the cause of all this turmoil going on? It is not like I did things like this either, but I was too nervous to tell him. He really seemed like right now he just needed the silence to figure his shit out.

There is no way I was asking him to take me home, especially after waiting for him to come back day after day. No! I would definitely see this through.

We pulled up in front of a beautiful house and he turned to me and said, "Jasper, this is it. Are you sure this is what you want, because once we get in there I will not be able to keep my fucking hands off you?" he growled.

Oh. My. God. I have never been so turned on in my entire life. My cock felt like it was about to burst through my pants I was so hard. I was ready, it would be explosive and if it was only for tonight, I knew I would never forget as long as I lived.

"Yes Edward, this is definitely what I want" I said to him in a husky voice.

He opened the car door and I followed suit. We walked up to the front steps and I was aching to put my hands on him, my mouth on him, to feel the velvet skin of his cock rubbing against mine. The fact that this man could nearly make me come just thinking about touching him made me wonder about my ability to last long enough to enjoy this stunning creature in front of me.

I hope and pray we have all night because I knew that once was not going to be enough.

We walked into the house and I just stood there. I heard him drop his keys on the table and walk up behind me. I was so paralyzed by his scent I couldn't move. It was the most delicious thing I had ever smelled and I could already taste him on my tongue. Honey and cedar and spice and pure unadulterated man, it was something that will be forever burned to memory.

I felt the waves of lust coming off of him and I wanted to scream at him to put his hands on me. His nose ran up along my jaw line, over my ear, through my hair and then he buried his face in my neck.

I felt his cool, sweet breath on my collar bone and I knew I couldn't wait anymore. I turned my body very slowly, letting his mouth drag across my neck until our foreheads were pressed together. I leaned forward ever slightly and touched my lips to his and that is when the dam broke.

I grabbed onto his hair as he gripped my waist painfully and crashed my lips to his over and over gain. I couldn't get enough of his mouth on mine. It was exquisite and sensual and I wanted more. I licked his lower lip and he looked at me with wild eyes and said "NO".

Then I felt him rip my shirt from my body, "Holy shit, that was ...ughhh" I lost my train of thought as I finally got my wish. His cold, pale fingers ghosted over my skin, down my chest, across the planes of my abdomen and hooked into my belt loops.

I looked up at his eyes which had now darkened considerably and watched his tongue come out and lick his lips. He smiled at me, leaned forward and left a cool trail as he kissed from my mouth to my neck, across my chest and then down to my navel.

My legs were about to give out and I know he sensed this because I felt him pick me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me to the bedroom while caressing my back and leaving goose bumps everywhere his fingers touched me.

He laid me down on the bed and somewhere in between more kisses he managed to get my jeans off of me and I was laying there in my boxers. I looked up at him and said, "You have way too many clothes on."

He smirked at me and stood up and removed his shirt. He lay next to me on the bed in his jeans and leaned down to kiss me once again. This time I felt his silky tongue as it swept along my lower lip and I eagerly opened my mouth and he slid in. I tasted the sweet nectar that was purely Edward. His tongue swept my mouth over and over again and I slowly rolled him over and straddled him.

I felt his erection through his jeans and ground my cock into his and we both moaned simultaneously. I felt as if I were about to burst, so I took my long anticipated turn. I kissed along his jaw and sucked his earlobe into my mouth. I was rewarded with a hiss and another painful grip by him. I licked down the column of his neck and inhaled his scent. I kissed my way down his chest and bit down on his nipple and he ground his hips into mine once again.

I then kissed my way down his cool skin until I got to his navel and I licked from there down to the waistband of his jeans. As I reached for the snap, his pocket started vibrating and I felt his hand clamp down on my wrist. He pulled his phone from his pocket and muttered "Alice" and threw it against the wall and it shattered into pieces. Then he looked at me with that deviant stare and said, "Where were we?"

I attacked his pants and had them off of him in seconds and oh holy fuck was he a sight to behold. Edward naked with his cock standing out proudly was the most arousing thing I had ever seen. He was like a sculpture, hard and defined and perfect.

I quickly cast off my boxers and laid my scorching body alongside his and gasped at the sensation of having our bodies lined up with one another. Chest to chest, hand to hand, cock to cock. I couldn't take it anymore. I dragged my body down his and wrapped my mouth around his gorgeous dick. I just had to have a taste and it was even better than the intoxicating flavour of his mouth.

I felt him buck into my mouth as he gasped and grabbed me under the arms. He hauled me up to him, flipped us over and slammed our mouths together once again. His tongue was moving against mine in time with our hips grinding into each other, getting much needed friction and I felt the satin skin of his dick sliding against mine over and over again.

"Oh God Edward....I've never....it's never felt...aghhhhh" I kept my hips moving and my mouth could not form what I was trying to tell him.

"I know Jasper....me too" he whispered.

My hands fisting his hair, our bodies writhing and his vice-like grip on my body was what I needed for all eternity. The feelings he elicited from me were like none I had ever felt and I would follow him to heaven. I would also follow him to hell . As long as I was with him, I would be complete. He was my reason to exist now and no one else would ever compare. I hoped he was as affected by me as I was by him.

The movement of our bodies became more frenzied and our breathing more labored.

"God Edward, so fucking close" I groaned.

"Me too Jas, almost there" He grunted into my mouth.

All of a sudden his hands on me felt like steel bands holding me down and my eyes flew open. I screamed out in ecstasy and came harder than I ever had in my entire life. My eyes locked with his and I froze. His warm honey coloured eyes were now pitch black and he threw his head back and let out an animalistic scream as he came. Then, faster than I could blink, his head came crashing down and I felt his teeth sink into my neck.

The thought 'what the fuck just happened' was running through my head but all I could get out in a soft, quivering voice was "Edward"?

Then the searing pain started flowing through my body and my world faded to black.......