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What Emmett Wants	By : MissiYoung Category: Twilight Series > Crossovers > Threesomes Plus Views: 6489 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Two: Catching Harry

Despite convincing Harry to kiss Emmett the day we officially met, things happened slowly between them. Harry's entourage didn't say anything about his being gone all day, or the many days that followed as days turned to weeks turned to months. Emmett and I stayed at school for Thanksgiving (which we ended up celebrating with Harry over a turkey Lunchable that he had tucked away) but we went home for Christmas. Harry stayed at school, planning to get in some quality time with the library and his laptop. We called him every night on our 'walks', keeping him a secret from the family for now, and when we got back he was waiting for us at the airport with a smile.
For the first time Emmett and I didn't have to try to hide while standing out; Harry's entourage was comprised entirely of Magical people who knew we were Vampires and didn't care. When we started spending time with Harry studying in the open, they simply expanded their circle of protective annoyance to include us. They didn't ask for anything in return, or watch us overly closely to make sure we weren't planning to hurt the center of their circle; instead they treated us as though we'd always been there, like we were completely normal.
One of the girls of the group, Hermione, was studying biochemistry; she wanted to find less toxic methods of making the protective robes Potions Masters wore. Since I was studying computer programming to make fabric and clothing production machines more efficient, we started making obscure plans to combine our degrees when we graduated. More than once we had fun discussions about our beauty regimens; Hermione complained that subduing her hair took far too much time and effort. With her permission I ran a hand through it to judge the texture; it was coarse and more than a little dry, though I knew she used a conditioner.
"You're just using the wrong shampoo and conditioner. Your hair is like my brother Edward's; I can fix this, and you'll have supermodel hair with virtually no effort. Plus you should use a silk serum, and only wash it every other day."
In response Hermione introduced me to the makeup most of the Vampire women used in their world, as well as the topical cream that kept them from getting all sparkly. It was welcome, and I bought large quantities of both. Plus, to my personal satisfaction, Hermione had a bevy of new potential love interests within two weeks of using the hair care products I recommended; it only added about two minutes to her daily routine.
While I was bonding with my first human female friend since my human life, Emmett was getting along splendidly with a red haired boy named Ron and a dark skinned boy named Dean. Those three talked sports for hours; Ron introduced Emmett to Quidditch, and Dean would expound on the many virtues of soccer. In response, Emmett introduced them both to American Football (and his favorite team, the St. Louis Rams, because we'd been living in St. Louis when the team moved there).
Throughout all of this Harry would just watch, smiling softly at the easy way his new life meshed with his old. It wasn't until nearly Spring Break that I realized Hermione and Ron were Harry's oldest and closest friends, so the mutual bonds we'd developed between us made him happy. It wasn't until the end of Spring Break that Harry kissed Emmett again.
Harry obsessed over his school work because he was trying to double major. As a result of this, the group my husband and I now belonged to took it upon ourselves to hide all work materials on a fairly regular basis just so he didn't burn himself out. There were four days left of Spring Break, and I was damned if he wasn't going to spend that time mostly in his pajamas catching up on the meals he didn't think we knew he'd been skipping.
Silly human, to think I couldn't hear the change in his digestive system. My father is a doctor, after all.
It started with Emmett raiding his dorm while he was asleep. Harry's laptop and text books were confiscated and handed over to Hermione, who put them in the hidden compartment of her trunk. Ten minutes before Harry's alarm was due to go off (Emmett forgot to turn it off so we changed the plan) Emmett and I went to the campus Starbucks and got Harry a Venti Caramel Macchiato, two blueberry scones, and one of their new breakfast sandwiches. We made it to Harry's dorm moments before the alarm sounded, and were able to seem as though we'd been waiting a long while for him to wake. Still mostly asleep (Harry is not at his most coherent in the mornings), Harry kissed us both on the cheek on his way out of the room with a change of clothes and his bag of toiletries. While he was gone I raided Harry's dresser, pulling out two changes of clothing and several sets of pajamas. I stuffed those into my oversize purse and managed to be seated in apparent boredom once again by the time Harry returned. He took the time to hang up his towel on the edge of the closet door and tossed his pajamas into a laundry bag that was almost half full.
Wandering back over to where Emmett and I sat at his desk, Harry (still mostly asleep) kissed us again and accepted the coffee Emmett handed him. I took full advantage of his incoherency and gently pulled off a bite sized piece of the sandwich; Harry didn't so much as blink when I put it to his mouth, simply opening up and accepting it. I watched him while I fed him bite by bite; he was leaning against the desk, eyes mostly closed and holding onto his coffee like it was trying to run away. The concern on Emmett's face as he moved to the bed told me that he saw it too; we clearly needed to steal his school supplies more often because Harry was exhausted mentally as well as physically.
I had gotten the sandwich and half a scone into Harry by the time he finished his coffee and looked generally alert. Once he'd realized I was feeding him by hand he looked amused but made no move to stop me; as if he could. He tossed his cup into the small garbage can by his bed while I wrapped up the rest of the scones for later. Harry came back toward me and leaned down to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, closer to my mouth than he did most of his friends. He then moved to where Emmett sat on the bed and leaned down to give my husband a hug as well, pressing a kiss to his mouth; Emmett moved quickly, pulling Harry into his lap and deepening the kiss before Harry had a chance to object. They kissed gently for several minutes before Harry pulled back and spoke to the both of us.
"Thank you for breakfast."
I gave him a hard look.
"You've been skipping meals."
At least he had the grace to blush.
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It wasn't until we got back to our apartment that Harry realized he was being kidnapped; he laughed, saying he'd developed preemptive Stockholm Syndrome. We laughed as well and made ourselves comfortable in front of Emmett's prized 52 inch projection television. We spent the morning watching crappy horror movies, laughing until we ached. For lunch Emmett ran to Subway, making sure to include soup, cookies, and several drinks. While Harry ate we discussed what movies we should watch that afternoon.
We ended up starting my collection of Charmed DVD's, Harry laughing himself silly at their interpretation of Magic. For dinner we ordered a pizza and Harry ate while we watched American Idol. When Harry got tired I handed him pajamas and Emmett took him into the bedroom. This was part of our plan; it was time to get past this 'not quite dating' stage we were at, but they needed to take the first step. I heard them talking but let the words filter through, not really paying attention but able to be in there at a moment's notice should something go wrong. I could hear the movements Harry made while getting changed, glad he was comfortable enough around Emmett to do so while Emmett was there; absently, I wondered if the same would be true for me and decided that it probably would. We had grown just as close as he and Emmett in our own way; I still had no interest in bedding him, and despite his frequent acknowledgment of my beauty the female body simply did not hold his interest.
I recognized Emmett's seductive tone as his voice deepened ever so slightly, and it sent a pleasurable shiver down my spine; like everything else where he is concerned, I loved that about Emmett. I heard Harry's voice grow husky in response and knew I would come to love that, as well. As it was, I liked it very much.
I deliberately turned my attention away when they started kissing, giving them what privacy I could without actually leaving; I wanted to be sure nothing went wrong this first time. I couldn't help but be aware when they moved to the bed, and my attention was caught again when I heard Emmett's shoes hitting the floor with a hollow thump that told me he was taking them, and most likely his pants, off. I knew I was right when his belt hit the floor and his zipper opened.
I wanted to turn my attention away again, I really did, but I am a sexual person and this was live action porn; being restricted to hearing it made it that much more exciting because I could imagine what was happening. I could hear Emmett's soft growls, Harry's soft moans, and the sound the Emmett's sandpaper tongue moving over Harry's skin. It was exciting, and I hoped it was moving where it was in my fantasy.
"Damn it, Emmett, stop teasing and suck me already!"
Harry didn't bother trying to whisper below my hearing, he knew I already knew what was happening; if I'd had a problem with it I would have come in and put a stop to things long before now. The fact that Harry was sharing this with me so openly filled me with an amazing sense of joy; it showed me that he not just accepted my place in this relationship, he welcomed it. He welcomed me. It was both humbling and liberating, as cliche as that sounds.
I heard a strangled gasp and knew Emmett had done as he was told. Harry gasped out half formed words and those vague noises that only make sense in the height of passion. When I heard Emmett groan through what was clearly a mouthful my imagination went into overdrive; what had Harry done? Had he pulled Emmett's hair? Was he stimulating Emmett's dick with whatever body part could reach it, most likely his leg?
Was he holding Emmett's head tightly and moving it to fuck his cock with my husband's face, shoving into his throat with no concern but for his own pleasure?
At the last thought I pressed my fingertips into my belly, a sure sign of high arousal. I listened to Harry's moans get deeper and heard the unmistakable sound of male Vampire masturbation. Watching Emmett take himself in hand always turned me on and my fingertips pressed into my belly harder. Harry's words made me moan aloud.
"No touching; that's for Rosalie."
Oh hell; the man was going to cum in my husband's mouth then send him out to fuck me. Emmett had such good taste in men.
**
The end of the year came and we had to say goodbye again; Harry was staying for the summer term, something neither Emmett nor I was particularly pleased with. He'd all but run himself ragged this past term, and that was with us here to make sure he took time to eat and sleep. Now everyone, even Ron and Hermione, was going home for the summer and Harry would have no one to curb his stupidity. I was pleasantly surprised when one of the entourage's groupies (of which we had nearly two dozen) took me aside to let me know that she would be staying over the summer as well; she promised to keep a good eye on our boyfriend for us (everyone knew about our menage a trois and thought it terribly romantic). I made sure her cell phone plan had long distance and picture mail, then shamelessly begged for daily pictures. Emmett made sure the girl, Kristen, had his number as well.
Thinking ahead (something our family would never believe was possible because we allowed them to underestimate him) Emmett gave Kristen our apartment key and the combination to the visible safe, which held just over three thousand dollars. Emmett told her to use that money anytime she got herself something to eat or drink and make sure to get extra for Harry. I added that it could also be used for movies, concert tickets, plays, or anything else she could get Harry to go to without his damn laptop. If she needed more, we assured her, we would happily send it. It may seem odd that we showed such trust in her, but Hermione trusted her and that was good enough for me.
Kristen proved herself before we even left; on the afternoon before the dorms emptied for the two weeks between spring and summer terms, Kristen was seen smacking the back of Harry's head and telling him that 'I'll grab something later' was not acceptable. He gaped at her for a moment before turning a weak glare on me.
"You're bloody recruiting?"
I ignored Emmett's hearty laugh in favor of answering haughtily.
"You expected otherwise?"
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