Author's Note: Well, I've always liked pretty much anything to do with Emmett, since he's the best character ever written ever *squee*. I really like this pairing as well, and I can't seem to find very many fics with them together without them being humans who are next door neighbors or whatever. Perhaps it's because vampire sex is very weird and sort of difficult to write. I wrote it from Edward's point of view, however, because his brain is fun to be inside. Anyways, this is my first attempt at Twilight vampires gettin' nastay, so bear with me. Hopefully it gives you dirty little monkeys the smut you are really seeking...

Included in this story is partially non-consensual sex and probably a lot of swearing. And did I say sex?

"Ed, do you ever think about sex?"

My eyes flew open at Emmett's bold question. I had been blocking his thoughts out of courtesy, as usual, as we sat there in the half-dark. I had also been preoccupied with a new melody I was trying to figure out for when we got back home. It was somewhat similar to another I had already composed, which is why I was trying to change it up a bit, but the whole thing was proving a bit more complicated than I had originally thought. I had become lost in my deep thoughts, letting the music drown out Emmett's inner voice long before. I had almost forgotten Emmett was even there across from me. A comical fire burned between us as we were silent, one that we made in a bizarre effort to set the mood of 'camping'. A joke, if you will. Until Emmett's voice had cut through the quiet, that is.

"Uh, sometimes," I said. I wasn't used to being caught off-guard like this. He must have voiced the question out loud knowing that I hadn't heard his thoughts, seeing as how I didn't answer them straight away.

"Do you ever think about it with dudes?" Emmett asked another question, blurting it out even before his thought of it had finished, giving me barely any warning.

"I don't know, why?" I said, frowning to show him the awkwardness of his questions. Usually it was refreshing, talking to Emmett, yet now I felt as though I were almost being attacked. What was he on about?

"I just figured, you know, you're kinda a little guy and stuff…"

"So you think I prefer men?" I responded, raising an eyebrow.

"No, just that you never show much interest in girls or anything. I mean, like, never."

"I haven't with 'dudes' either," I pointed out bluntly. Emmett missed a lot of things, despite his heightened senses that he had in common with the rest of us.

"Yeah, I guess not," Emmett replied thoughtfully. I heard his inner monologue start and saw my own slightly suspicious expression through his eyes. Then he spoke again. "But you never answered the question."

"What?" I said, knowing perfectly well what he was saying. He wasn't fooled, either.

"You ever think about it with dudes?" Emmett said again.

I paused, thinking deeply. I seemed to recall, during my human youth, feeling nothing in the ways of attraction to anyone, boy or girl. But that was way back when I hadn't killed large numbers of people and become this thing that I now was. I supposed, after my heart had long since stopped (along with my 'passing judgment' phase), there may have been a slight notice here and there of the male anatomy before whisking the thought away hastily. I just didn't like to think about those things. It felt so…crude.

"No," I said simply. "Not really."

The magnitude of what Emmett was suggesting in his thoughts hit me with the force of a wrecking ball. Well, if that force could still knock me, that is.

"I thought you were satisfied with Rosalie?" I said, shooting him a scathing look. I of course knew that their relationship was fairly strained at some times (due to Rose's temper), and mostly based on physicality in the first place, but I had always gathered that Emmett hadn't ever actually thought of straying from Rosalie. He was always aware of the other human females that caught his eye, but never acted on any mild impulses they gave him.

Emmett shrugged uncaringly. His thoughts betrayed him, however, as a tinge of embarrassment made its way through them. It was an uncommon thing in the mind of Emmett.

"Just thought you might want to try it," he said flatly.

"Where is this coming from?" I asked, getting an immediate answer.

Ah yes, the television. The programs that were on these days had apparently kindled some curiosity within Emmett's ever-active sex-drive. Only not towards females this time, but other males. I then was shocked to hear, though Emmett's mouth moved not, that I was the best candidate.

I was unsure whether to be flattered or insulted. He seemed unable to control his thoughts as they flooded into my head, and I unable to stop them. He liked me because of my looks, but also as an experiment. I heard his mind blurt further that his desire to dominate me sexually would most likely bring entertaining results, and that he wanted to also see what I personally would do.

To be wanted was not something that I was going to admit pleased me, yet the vanity managed to grab hold of me. I was used to the human girls' thoughts at school about me. They would often imagine scenarios that, were they to come to fruition, would quite possibly kill them. But this was different, for some reason. The fact that Emmett found me attractive, despite his clear infatuation with the female body, stirred something vain inside me that I wasn't entirely proud of. However, Emmett's brutish desire to take my innocence was a bit off-putting as well. I weighed each possibility.

No doubt Alice had seen this coming, but I guessed that she wouldn't tell Rosalie. It wasn't as if we all hated her, but Alice and I were close, both of us being mentally burdened a large portion of each day. We looked out for each other. I also wasn't quite concerned if Rosalie found out anyways. If worst came to worst, I could take her, but I seriously doubt that it would come to that. As previously said, her and Emmett's relationship was based heavily on physical appeal. I doubted one romp with a boy would take that away from her forever, though the initial reaction would be, of course, explosive.

I myself was mildly curious about all this as well. I figured, since I was already damned to a life of constantly trying to not kill the people around me, not to mention repeating high school for eternity, another strike on my slowly ebbing human side wouldn't be the end of the world.

Perhaps this little escapade would bring some of that humanity back.

"I mean, don't you wanna know what it's like?" Emmett said, a bit too eagerly.

"I doubt it's much different, Em," I said, even though I had absolutely no experience in the matter. It wasn't a 'no', either. Still, my inner voice told me this was an unwise idea, but that bastard had failed me before when I went on a very long, very violent rampage decades ago.

Perhaps there was also a slight, tiny, miniscule, chance that I was a bit nervous. I had never had any sexual encounters before, male or female. But I knew that, even if I didn't want to, I wouldn't be able to fight Emmett off. He may take my refusal now, but how much his infatuation with this idea would grow, I was unsure. If it grew to the point of an angry outburst and he was able to overpower me, it would undoubtedly be a bad experience and cause many family fights in the future on my behalf at the forced capturing of my virginity.

Emmett's thoughts turned vaguely sullen. He thought I was going to say no.

I listened further and discovered that Emmett's intentions weren't quite as crude as I had initially assumed. He planned to…take care of me as well. I blanched slightly at the mental images that came to his mind, his fantasies about the encounter. While I had been seeing similar things for a while now in the ever-vulgar minds of humans, seeing myself in such a position was a bit more shocking. No woman had ever, while imagining unclean things about my body, thought of me beneath them, eyes closed, completely exposed and begging for –

I shuddered, trying to block the rest.

"I should have you know, I've never done anything like this before," I sighed. This statement was as much consent as I would give.

"What, sex altogether?" Emmett said incredulously. His shock radiated through his mind and into my own.

"Yes."

"Never?"

"No."

"Oh," Emmett said blankly. He hid his facial expression well, but I heard the now hesitant tone to his thoughts. We had never spoken of this subject so honestly before, so of course he hadn't known. He didn't want to ruin a virgin, a young boy.

"I'm older than you," I corrected flatly. Why did people always forget that? Not that I really wanted to encourage him with this mad idea he had of pinning me down and having his way with me. I just was annoyed that I had been trapped in a young body, forever perceived as fragile. The youngest brother. The 'little guy', as Emmett put it.

I was much more than that.

Though, underneath a beast of Emmett's magnitude, while being completely at his mercy, I would perhaps feel more fragile than I had felt in a while.

Despite his inner battle, Emmett was still leaning more toward his curious side. I knew what was coming. There was no chance of escape now, despite the tiny hope I felt that he may just overlook this whole thing. He was resolved, and on top of me before I heard his final decision.

"It won't be bad," he tried to reassure me. He carefully removed my clothes, no doubt to avoid tricky questions. The family would most certainly ask why they were shredded, or why I had returned home in the nude, were either of those the case.

"How do you know?" I asked, half amused. He had never been taken by a large man before, from what I had heard from his thoughts.

"I'll make sure it isn't," he said simply, removing his own clothes as well with a speed almost unseeable.

I lay there, not really sure what to do. I could tell from Emmett's mind that he wanted me to do nothing and let him take control, so I did just that, though with a stronger nervousness than I had felt before. It was a strange thing, to be unsure of what was to come. With my body, I wasn't aware of how much pain I would feel, if any. Or how much pleasure, if any. Would this be merely a boring experience, my lifeless body being nothing more than a vessel for Emmett to use? Would I enjoy it? Would I completely hate it and want him to stop?

These questions destroyed me.

I realized that I was laying still before my brother, completely naked. To say that I was uncomfortable would be an understatement. Of course, we had seen each other like this before, without clothes. Swimming was a pastime we enjoyed sometimes while hunting, and other times we needed to wash away the dirt and blood that soaked us should our hunting become too messy. But this was no doubt different, for he was staring intently at me, thinking of more less-than-brotherly things to do to me.

Well, at least now I knew what to expect, though it barely helped ease my troubled thoughts.

However, when Emmett almost expertly began stroking my manhood, I couldn't help but be mildly distracted. The discomfort of being completely exposed before him faded slightly.

"You like that?" Emmett said, needlessly close. There was never any reason for him to whisper in my ear, for I would have been able to hear his husky tone quite clearly if he had whispered it far away. It was an obvious attempt at sexiness, which had actually worked slightly. No one had spoken to me like that before.

Yet I was unsure how to respond. I would sound weak if I agreed verbally, or if I begged him not to retract his hand like my own thoughts were doing now. I simply nodded, looking away stubbornly. He would have to do better to faze me…

But with the way his hand was moving, and how he was so dangerously close, my human side began to slip ever-so-slightly. I could feel his animalistic growls rumbling against my own skin as he pressed his chest up against me and twined a leg with one of my own. I was pinned now, there was no backing out.

I supposed I would have been in discomfort, had I still been alive, lying on the forest floor while being fondled by a person who was supposed to be my sibling. But with our hard, durable skin, we didn't mind the placing of our bodies quite so much anymore. It felt cushioned slightly by the foliage too, adding an almost pleasant aspect to this encounter. Emmett's skin felt deceivingly warm against mine as he pressed further to me, but I knew its actual temperature was close to freezing. With our own kind, we seemed to forget our abnormalities at times.

He began pressing kisses to my neck then, accompanied with ironically gentle bites. They made me slightly uncomfortable. I had expected Emmett to be fast and demanding, with enough regard to myself that I at least had needs met, but not much else. I hadn't expected him to be so personal about this, much less to explore me with his tongue as he was so thoroughly doing. Perhaps the excitement radiating throughout his mind was a bit stronger than it had been a moment ago…

I noticed that my breath had quickened, though why, I was unsure. It wasn't as though I needed it to live anymore. I realized, as the erection between my legs became more insistent while Emmett worked at it, that I was excited. Judging by the thoughts racing through his head and the stiffness I felt pressing against my thigh, Emmett was as well.

I would have been blushing profusely if I still had the blood in my system to do so. But my skin remained pale in the moonlight and my body stayed cold, unheated by the embarrassment.

A noise escaped my throat then, forming into a growl of my own. The sensation he created was…good. And a long forgotten one, at that.

The noise seemed to excite him greatly, for I could hear his chest rumble in response. He quickened his pace slightly, his hand moving along my arousal as my own thoughts began to go a bit cloudy. Emmett was saying the filthiest things to me in his mind, knowing perfectly well that I could hear them. There was no need to speak them aloud, but all the same, they made me squirm beneath him.

Mmm…you look good, Ed, underneath me like this, he said, giving me a panting image of myself as confirmation.

I could feel his excitement as he thought of what was to come, how he would take me. His thoughts increased in vulgarity.

…Take your sweet ass, so tight and smooth, my breath hitched, seeing his plan unfold in his mind. You'd like my cock in your ass, wouldn't you?

"Em!" I shot, glaring up at him.

He laughed slightly, grinning down at me.

Don't be such a prude, he thought teasingly.

I glared over his shoulder, refusing to look at him any longer. This was beyond demeaning. Why in hell had I allowed him to do this?

C'mon Eddie, I know you like it. This says you do.

I felt him squeeze lightly around my erection. My breath hitched again. Traitorous bastard of a penis…

"Don't call me that," I snapped, meeting his eyes briefly. They squinted as he laughed, his cockiness making itself evident. He knew I hated 'Eddie' as a nickname. It sounded so stupid…

"Why, Eddie?" he used the name again and my restraint snapped.

"That's it, I don't want to do this anymore," I snarled, trying to throw him off. He stayed rock solid as if I hadn't even moved.

Slight panic shot through his mind, and I saw his regret immediately. He didn't want to anger me.

"C'mon, Ed, I was only joking," he said defensively.

"It's not that," I said sternly, attempting to use my speed to get out from under him. He held one of my arms firmly to prevent escape. I sighed angrily. "I don't want to do this if you're just going to…I mean, I've never done this before. I don't even know why I let you in the first place."

Oh yeah, whole virgin thing, Emmett thought exasperatedly. I saw myself through his eyes, glowering up at him with ferocity.

It wasn't that I had never had sex, and it wasn't that he called me 'Eddie'. It was that he was toying with me. He was seeing my reactions and liking them. It felt juvenile, but I was angry that he was playing with me. Emmett was also taking this a bit more serious than I thought he would initially. I could hear him examine my body, his thoughts never a secret from me. He liked my full lips and how they seemed pouty when I was mad. He liked the overall litheness of my toned body. He liked my narrow hips and how easy they would be to hold. He liked my smooth skin, which he compared to a woman's, but better somehow.

He was becoming more attracted to me by the second, and I was afraid that this would no longer be an experiment to him anymore.

But, curse my idiocy, I had let him get a hold on me. Now, I didn't think that I could escape. He was a lot stronger than any of us, something we considered to be his 'gift' in a way. It was almost as if his newborn strength had never faded at all.

But then, Emmett was still like a newborn in many ways. Hard to control, easily cocky, and always getting what he wanted. Well, he had what he wanted now.

"C'mon, Ed, I said I'd be gentle and stuff," he said in a childish tone. He began the assault on my neck again, as well as his stroking below. I tried to squirm out of his grasp.

"No, Emmett, it's going too far," I said, pushing hard on the middle of his chest. He resisted and continued to bite my neck below my left ear.

"But you're so…hot," Emmett said, a hint of shock in his voice. This didn't stop him from moving however. He was just merely surprised that he admitted his attraction to me. "Plus, you like it too," he added matter-of-factly, mumbling against my skin.

Well, he had a point. But frivolous sex was not something I partook in frequently, so my conscience was a bit harder to sway.

"Em," I said, trying to get him to listen, "you're in love with Rose, remember?"

Guilt flashed in his mind as he recalled moments with her. Moments that I did not need to see. But his vision was clouded now with lust. Self-control was not something Emmett was proficient in. I could feel my own control waning as his hand moved gracefully over my erection, however, and it was all I could do to defend Rosalie.

But with a final decision that decided the fate of both of us, Emmett set his mind to his task at hand.

He growled predatorily as he lifted me with ease. I felt myself flipped over onto my stomach, arse presented to him like an offering. I tried to turn back over, feeling my eyes widen at the compromising position I was in, but he growled again and pressed me into the dirt. I snarled back at him, trying my best to resist. We had never fought quite so seriously before, but I could still hear the humor in Emmett's thoughts. He still felt like it was a game.

I, however, hadn't been quite so truly worried in several years. I feared he would find this too enjoyable, as I heard him admiring by backside generously. I feared I had accidentally stolen him from Rosalie.

I mean, really, she hated me enough as it is.

I flinched as I felt a light smack (one that would have wounded a rhinoceros in reality) on my arse cheek. Once I got over the initial shock, I snarled angrily at him, trying to turn around and beat his head in. He pushed me down between my shoulder blades in order to preserve his view.

Nice, Ed, real nice, he thought huskily.

I thanked whatever deity that I couldn't blush anymore.

But the imaginary blush would have increased tenfold when I felt something invade my personal space greatly, as if that concept hadn't already been shattered to pieces. I was mortified to find out that it was Emmett's finger, and even more mortified to hear his thoughts on the matter.

Damn, that's tight. I can't imagine what's it's gonna be like inside there, came his internal voice.

I dropped my head in embarrassment, not caring about the dirty forest floor against my face.

While my dignity lay in shreds, he continued to have his way with me. I felt his strong arm reach around and continue is ministrations on my neglected erection while his probing fingers did dangerous things to me from behind. I couldn't feel any pain, really, for I suspected that my nerve endings weren't quite as sensitive anymore to such a feeling. But there was a hint of pleasure there, which only succeeded in wracking me with more shame.

I was enjoying this.

"Don't," I pleaded breathlessly as he continued to reduce my defenses. I grabbed a handful of earth and closed my eyes, willing it to go away.

He laughed internally, thinking how cute my desperate voice was. Yep, he was too far-gone now. Rosalie was going to rip me apart with her bare hands…

I heard his thoughts grow more unclean as he saw me before him, panting and clutching at the ground beneath me. I felt the dirt under my fingernails as he assaulted me with mental images. They were so vulgar that I could barely see past the images and out of my own eyes instead.

I felt him remove his hand from my arse, unable to restrain himself any longer. I tensed, hearing his question.

You ready, Ed? He asked without speaking. I growled back at him loudly and he chuckled.

Even though I knew it was coming, I was shocked when I felt him thrust into me for the first time. I had never felt this before. It was strange, a sensation I was unused to. The stretch didn't particularly hurt me, but I felt an odd discomfort at the intrusion. His strong hands were on my hips, holding me steady as his large manhood shoved into me mercilessly.

I made a strange noise between a whimper and a grunt. A mental surge of arousal radiated from Emmett at this. He wanted me to be louder. I gritted my teeth and clenched my hand around the forest's dirt which, by the time this was over, would almost certainly be pressed into a diamond.

He began to thrust into me repeatedly, and the pleasure I had felt earlier escalated, most likely due to Emmett's size. I grunted again as he pushed harder into me, breathing steadily in my ear all the while. I could hear that he liked the way I smelled as he breathed in my scent. He threaded a hand through my hair to grip it tightly as he dominated my smaller form, his excitement building all the while.

The compliments he gave just made my embarrassment escalate. I knew Emmett had a dirty mind, but this…

"You're so tight Edward, Jesus Christ," He said in a slightly strangled voice. His thoughts became less coherent. "So fucking tight…"

"Uhn," was all I could manage. The sensations that hit me as Emmett pounded away were making me go fuzzy.

He had started to graze my prostate with his erection inside me, sending jolts of pleasure up my lifeless body. I had never felt this before, this tingling arousal that wracked my mind and made my muscles tense with each thrust against that spot. That tiny bundle of nerves that he struck again and again was making my own thoughts incoherent, leaving me pretty much speechless. Except for the embarrassing noises I was making.

"Fuck yes," Emmett breathed in my ear. The back of my neck tingled.

"Ohh…" I moaned. I was lost.

The side of my face still pressed in the dirt, held there by Emmett's grip on my hair. My locks shone coppery in the moonlight, I could see through Emmett's eyes, and twisted in every direction even more wildly than usual. People always thought it looked like 'sex hair'. Well, if they could see it now…

I lay there, lazily being thrust into by the beast atop me, and realized that I had started pushing back against each thrust as well. This seemed to encourage Emmett to speed up, which was dangerous.

"No…" I said weakly, closing my eyes. He would have laughed had he not found my whining so arousing to him.

I whimpered, the most pathetic noise I had ever made, yet almost entirely out of my control at this point. His consistent angle was striking my prostate and his hand was now on my erection, stroking it firmly. It was only a matter of time before Emmett was finished, but he was determined to make me finish first.

"I wanna hear you," he said against my skin, nipping it affectionately. "I wanna hear what it sounds like when you come."

I made a strangled growl at these words. They further entranced me, making me unable to move.

"Oh," I sighed, feeling my stomach tense. A pressure was building up...

"Yeah," Emmett breathed encouragingly. His low growl rumbled after, making his chest vibrate against the skin of my back.

"Ah!" my cry ripped through the trees as I came for the first time in about seventy-five years. Emmett rode me slowly through my orgasm, the result of which flooded over his hand while he thrust into me with purpose. I panted needlessly from the feeling, and then from the aftershocks. I could hear Emmett's excitement build when I had tightened around him. He pounded into me hard now, and I soon felt his body tense behind me as well. As I lay there limply, I felt warmth spread, no doubt Emmett's venom being ejaculated inside me.

He pulled back slowly, removing himself from my arse, and sat next to me in the dirt. Both of us were still completely naked.

I would have felt tired if I could. But since sleep was never an option anymore, my body just felt…satisfied. My penis had finally started to calm down, and I looked up at Emmett, letting my legs drop so that I was laying completely flat on my stomach now.

We didn't move for a while and stayed in silence.

"What did you think?" he asked finally. He had a hesitant tone, realizing that he had pretty much outright taken advantage of me, now that the lust was no longer clouding his reason.

I glared up at him, my cheek still against the dirt forest floor.

"It was nice, I suppose," I said sternly. But that doesn't excuse you…

"Sorry," he said sheepishly, grinning and showing off his dimples. He ran a hand through his dark curls in slight shame. Though, not enough shame to be acceptable.

I continued to glower up at him. I knew perfectly well the inner workings of his mind, but his lack of self-control was no excuse. I was afraid he would ask me to do this again, and I was certain it would go over close to this encounter. But no one, not even Rosalie, deserved to have an unfaithful spouse.

Yes, I had reluctantly agreed to a small romp in the forest. A one-time-thing to quell his childishly curious attitude. Eternity is a long time to spend with one person without at least one stray from the path, but to do it constantly behind her back was, in my mind, very wrong. I couldn't expect everyone to lie for me, lie to Rosalie to keep our secret safe.

"We can't do this again, you know," I muttered. I still hadn't moved.

"I know," Emmett said.

His hesitant thoughts, however, said otherwise.

Author's Note Again: So if you all want me to continue with an actual plot here (of course with more smutty scenes thrown in), let me know. Otherwise, I'll probably just keep it at this. Feel free to criticize or fawn over me in your review...