Before The Storm | J. Hale & A. Cullen

1.4

"You're not going to go easy on me, are you?" Michael asked as he stared at Jasper.

"Not a chance," the blond replied with a grin.

They were standing out behind the back of the house. Michael was shirtless, enjoying as much of the rare sunlight as he could. Emmett had dared the two of them to spar, and they decided to make it a bet. Whoever lost got to be dressed by Alice for the next month. They had yet to tell her such, but they knew her well enough to know she would be thrilled by the opportunity.

"Come on, you know that's not fair!" Michael huffed faintly as he shot Jasper a small glare. "You have had more training than I have. Your technique is better."

Jasper perked up at the small praise before he shrugged his shoulders. "That's your problem, not mine. I'm not going to be the one to get all dressed up."

Michael rolled his eyes before he relaxed his posture. He changed his stance as he placed his footing, trying to get any advantage he could. He watched as Jasper's body language shifted, and he braced himself as the blond came at him.

The breath was knocked from his chest as their bodies collided. He kept his footing under him as the momentum moved him backward.

He slid around the blond, ducking under his outstretched arm. He wrapped his arms around Jasper's throat, only to get yanked forward and flipped over the blond's shoulder.

He let out a small wheeze as his back smacked the ground, but he was back up on his feet before he could be pinned.

He moved before the blond could, knocking Jasper's legs out from under him. Jazz grabbed hold of him on his way down, bringing Michael down with him.

Michael, taking advantage of the situation, wrapped his legs around Jasper's neck as he pinned down one of his arms. He panicked slightly at the sound of cracking marble, loosening the amount of pressure his thighs were using to hold the blond still.

Using Michael's panic to his advantage, Jasper turned his head and bit Michael's inner thigh.

Michael let out a yelp of surprise, his hold instantly failing as a dark blush marked his face. Jasper had him pinned to the ground before he could react.

An involuntary moan left his mouth as Jasper sank his fangs into his neck. He felt himself relax underneath Jasper's body. He reached up, wrapping his hand in short blond hair to pull the older male closer.

Next thing he knew, Jasper was ripped away from him. Michael let out a small hiss of pain as Jasper's fangs tore his skin.

He dropped his head back to the ground as his chest rose and fell with each deep breath. He grabbed the hand held out to him, pulling himself up with Rosalie's help. His eyes landed on Jasper, who was watching him with a look of horror. When Michael looked back down at himself, he realized why. The blood from the torn wound was running down his torso from his neck.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion before he raised his hand to touch the wound. It didn't hurt. Not even slightly. As he touched it, an involuntary shiver worked through his body. He quickly dropped his hand again.

"It doesn't hurt," he said as he looked back at Jasper. "Really, it doesn't. I'm fine, Jazz."

Jasper shook his head, refusing to believe the brunet. He took a couple of steps back, before turning around and running off into the forest.

With a small sigh, Michael followed Rosalie and Emmett back inside.

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