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What Emmett Wants	By : MissiYoung Category: Twilight Series > Crossovers > Threesomes Plus Views: 6489 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Harry Potter and I don't make any money from this story.

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Author's Note: I have this listed as a threesome because there will eventually be three people in this relationship; it will not necessarily be sexual between all partners. This will make sense soon enough (I hope). The only graphic sex will be between Harry Potter and Emmett Cullen; Rosalie may watch, but don't count on it. All thoughts will be in italics, and people talking to Edward mentally will be in bold italics.
Chapter One: I Need You To Understand
My name is Rosalie Hale and I am a Vampire. I know, I know; I sound like it's my first night at a 12 Step meeting. Trust me, if there were Vampires Anonymous meetings and I could just kick the habit and become human again I would. It doesn't work that way. I have heard us described many ways; Demons, Gods, animals. It used to bother me, but I don't let it anymore. I have other things to spend my time and energy on. Like Emmett. Everyone who knows me (and most who don't) says that I'm a selfish bitch with no concern for others. The only person who doesn't ever say such things is my Emmett, my husband; I would do anything for Emmett. I would kill for Emmett. I would die for Emmett.
I would all but stalk one of the boys at our college and get him to date Emmett.
This is part of what I need you to understand. I know beyond any doubt (reasonable or otherwise) that Emmett loves me. Hell, the goofy idiot practically worships me. The difference between him and the thousands who have worshiped me before him (and those who worship me now) is that my appearance is secondary to him; he worships me for who I am. This is why I worship him in return. Part of that worship is knowing Emmett better than anyone else in the world, and being realistic enough to know that I can't give him everything that he needs. I can give him love, attention, time, affection, a swift kick in the ass on occasion. I can't give him a hot dick in his mouth, or his ass; I can't give him the hot rush of two dicks pressing, rubbing, cumming together. I've known Emmett was bisexual since we started dating, and I've often helped him find a boy for a night or a weekend at a time. Despite my sexually repressed human life and the sexual hell of my death I have learned to enjoy sex; this includes the sight of two gorgeous men together in a bed, and when it pleases the both of them I sit in the corner and get myself off while they get each other off. I have even joined in on occasion so long as I felt safe with our mystery man. But a night or a weekend just isn't long enough anymore. Not for Emmett, and not for me. Emmett wants a relationship with a man in addition to his relationship with me, though he'd never tell me so for fear of offending me or hurting my feelings.
Silly man; doesn't he realize that what would make me happiest in our very long lives is for him to be happy?
While I have no interest in bedding another man permanently, I would not be adverse to the emotional aspects of a second spouse. When I noticed Emmett watching a group of kids from the U.K. during the week of preterm 'adjustment' for yet another year at college I sized them up and promptly rejected them. They were fairly social and always seemed to be in an overly good mood; they were annoying. When Emmett's attention didn't stray after classes began I took a second look and realized that I'd been far too hasty. Sure they were still annoying, but that was what they wanted you to see. There was one boy in the center that they gravitated around, annoying the rest of us so that we didn't notice him. It was ingenious, really. It was this boy that Emmett's attention was stuck on. This boy couldn't have been an inch taller than Alice, but he had Jasper's powerful build. His eyes were the same brilliant emerald of my fourth engagement ring (Emmett and I like to keep our relationship from stagnating), and he wore his very long black hair pulled back in a style I vaguely remembered from my human life. It took me two solid days to remember where I knew that hairstyle from, and when I did I was shocked.
One of my father's suppliers had brought his family on a business trip from England when I was thirteen years old. I remember because the man's son's red hair was pulled back the same way; when my mother complimented it, the boy and his mother explained that it was a sign in High Society. It meant that the boy was the Head of a powerful Family (he'd just inherited his mother's maiden family, as she was an only child and her father had only one spinster sister) and looking for a spouse. If the Society was the same, then this boy was looking for a spouse; not necessarily a wife. So I watched him for awhile longer and noticed when he noticed Emmett's attention. He did not seem upset by it; instead he seemed intrigued, even a little flattered. He also noticed my proximity to Emmett and returned my small smiles when we'd catch one another looking. As the third month of school started I decided to approach the boy and lay everything on the line; if he was interested I could introduce him to Emmett. If not, I could steer Emmett's attention in another direction before he became emotionally invested. The problem with approaching the boy was his entourage, who never let anyone get close to him. I took to following them around when Emmett had a class that I didn't, and realized that they even followed him into the bathroom. That was...sort of creepy. It took me three weeks to find a way in, and even then he had to more or less gift wrap it for me. It was the first time I ever heard him speak, and I nearly burst out laughing.
"I need to get laid; I'm going to go talk to that hot blonde over there. She hangs out with the most gorgeous man I have ever seen."
The others looked uncomfortable and for the first time since arriving at MIT they left him alone. He made his way over and took a seat at my table without waiting for an invitation.
"Hi, I'm Harry."
I smirked.
"I'm Rosalie, he's Emmett, and I can tell you exactly what he's looking for."
Emmett was shocked when he came to our apartment after classes and found Harry and I at the dining room table, completely engrossed in our respective assignments. It was the first time he'd ever seen Harry without his hangers-on, and the first time I had brought a human into any of our homes. Being the flexible person that he is Emmett just shrugged it off, kissed my cheek, shook Harry's hand, and pulled out his laptop to finish his own school work. We spent a surprisingly comfortable afternoon together that dragged into the evening. It wasn't until Harry had to leave so he could eat that we truly noticed the passing of time. Emmett asked if he wanted company and Harry gave him a slightly odd look but answered; it changed everything we knew about the world.
"I'd love company but please don't force yourselves to eat on my account; I've heard how unpleasant it is for a Vampire to purge afterward."
We immediately opened our mouths to stutter our denials but Harry raised one hand tiredly.
"Please don't lie to me. I'm a Wizard, I recognize Vampires when I see them."
I think we stuttered some more, but I honestly can't be sure; my brain more or less disengaged for a moment. Finally, Harry huffed at us.
"Ugh, you're Vampires, not Manticores! You are both clearly vegetarians, I don't really care if you're Vampires or Veela or bloody Thestrals just so long as you're not a damned Naga. Which you're not, you're just Vampires. Are we clear?"
I know that I nodded, and I'm fairly certain that Emmett did as well. My mouth opened and closed several times, trying to find words; Emmett found his first.
"How long have you known?"
Harry sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Since about an hour after I first saw the two of you. Humans don't follow a defined pattern in their fidgeting. It's gotten to where I can tell you what you're going to do at any given moment after you sit down."
That surprised us both, and I resolved to work on that.
"Is everyone feeling better now? I'm hungry."
Emmett nodded, getting up and moving toward the door. Harry sighed in clearly amused frustration.
"You need shoes, Emmett."
The big lug actually stopped and looked at his feet for a minute before heading to the bedroom at a human pace. I took the minute or so that he was gone to formulate a plan. When I heard our closet door open I turned to Harry, feigning concern.
"You're sure you're ok with us being Vampires?"
I was going with the assumption that Harry would think of our conversation on the campus grounds about a relationship between us, and what exactly we were looking for. Harry shrugged.
"I'm sure."
I took a gamble.
"Would you be willing to prove it?"
Harry's eyes were calculating.
"Short of opening a vein or anything equally moronic, then yes."
I laughed slightly and pointed to Emmett as he came out of the bedroom.
"Kiss him."
Harry raised an eyebrow at me but turned to Emmett.
"Is that alright with you?"
Emmett's eyes went wide.
"I...umm...I...yeah, yeah that's fine with me."
Harry crossed the room and reached up to pull Emmett down; Emmett was still in a state of shock and didn't get the hint. After a moment Harry huffed again.
"This is going to be a lot more fun in you participate. Besides, I don't feel like climbing you."
That got Emmett's attention and he leaned down to kiss our guest. And it was hot; Harry didn't act as though he were particularly fragile, and that caused Emmett to forget about it too. One of Harry's hands fisted in Emmett's hair while the other twined fingers through his belt loops; Emmett jerked Harry against his body with enough force that I expected to hear bones break. I was surprised when they didn't. After about five very stimulating minutes they pulled apart; Harry was panting, though I'd heard him breathing through his nose. He turned to me.
"Are you sufficiently convinced?"
I nodded my agreement. Harry turned to face Emmett and asked the same question; he got the same answer.
"Splendid. Now can we go feed the human?"
Emmett and I both nodded again so Harry freed himself from Emmett's arms and started for the door. When he got there he spun back to face us, taking us by surprise.
"Just for the record, I would have also accepted 'No, sorry, I need just a bit more evidence'."
Emmett and I let out shocked laughter and we followed Harry outside. The man was going to keep us on our toes. And so began our relationship with Harry Potter.
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