This was an old unfinished fic I started years ago for a contest. I found it in my archive and thought you all might enjoy it, so I finished it off for your enjoyment!

Original Prompt: Cocaine. Or some other stimulant drugs, and a lot of sex. Slash or het. If het, please think of a M/M/F or M/F/F threesome to spice it up. First time usage of drugs for one of the characters would be a bonus.

The "X" Factor

Reflections of Summer Twilight Non-Canon Fanfic Contest

Pen Name: EdwardsMate4ever

Title: The X Factor

Non-Canon Pairing: Emmett/Edward/Rosalie

Warnings (if necessary): Threesome, Drug Use

Summary: Pre-Twilight. Rosalie and Emmett are sick of Edward's black moods. Wanting to loosen Edward up a little, they take him to a rave and things get wild.

1996, outside of Augusta, ME

"This'll help, Eddie, I swear." God, I hated when Emmett used that nickname. "You won't even be able to feel depressed. Your senses will explode, and it'll blow your mind."

"Are our senses not heightened enough?" I scoffed.

"Not like this, bro." Emmett offered me the tray he'd prepared, which had three long lines of white powder on it.

"What the hell is this, Emmett? Cocaine?"

"Nah, cocaine sucks. It doesn't last long before you need more. This stuff though, this stuff lasts." He exaggerated the word. "It's X. You know, ecstasy? MDMA?"

Incredulous, I eyed the innocent looking white powder. "Does it even work with our physiology?"

Emmett nodded. "Yeah, Rose and I have done it a bunch of times."

"It works," Rosalie put in, leaning forward from the back seat to look at me. "I don't know the how of it, but it does, and it's amazing." Now stop stalling and do it, fucktard. It's not going to kill you.

Fixing her with a stony glare, I inclined my head and snorted up the line of powder. It felt like sand traveling up my nose and I struggled not to blow it out, sniffing a few more times to stop myself from losing it.

"There ya go." Emmett encouraged me as Rosalie took her line. "A pro already." He congratulated me with a clap on the shoulder, his smile wide.

I smirked and rolled my eyes as I watched him do his line before we got out of the car. Ahead of us was the abandoned warehouse where the party was raging inside. The line snaked around the building, and we headed toward it. "I don't feel anything."

"Give it a minute," Rosalie advised. "Soon, everything you hear and see and touch will feel like new."

I had to admit that it would be a welcome change to experience something new, and we took our place at the end of the line, listening to the humans all around us abuzz with excitement and loaded with drugs of their own. After 12 minutes, we were almost at the front of the line, when I heard the bouncer notice me.

Look at this little joker. No way he's 21. If he thinks I'm letting him in, he's got another thing coming.

"The bouncer isn't going to let me in," I whispered too quietly for the humans to hear. Emmett sighed in frustration, but Rosalie just tossed her hair over her shoulder, throwing her shoulders back. Leave it to me.

Once it was our turn, the bouncer eyed me with surly belligerence. "Got ID, kid?"

"Of course," I said smoothly, producing the very fake ID from my back pocket, which listed me as 22.

He didn't believe it for a second, glancing from me to the ID and back before chuckling loudly. "Nice try, buddy. Go on home to your mommy."

I bristled at his derisive words, but Rosalie came to my aid, pushing past me and pressing her body against the burly man, whispering in his ear, "Trust me, he's older than he looks."

Then, she licked the shell of his ear and slipped a wad of bills into his pocket, brushing her hand against his growing erection in the process. "Whatever you say, princess," he replied, inking up his stamp and pressing it to the back of my hand, leaving a jet-black X. The wet application of the ink was cool and soothing, and a jolt of feeling rushed through my body. Perhaps this was the start of the heightened sense of touch Emmett had spoken of. I began to feel a little lightheaded, but shook it off, trying to maintain composure until we were inside.

Emmett laughed inside his mind as he and Rosalie were similarly inked. X on the inside, X on the outside… You feel that, Eddie? It begins! As we brushed past the bouncer, Emmett grabbed my arm, speaking close to my ear as Rosalie pushed the door open. "We don't need Jasper to know you're starting to feel it. Just wait till we get inside!"

As soon as we crossed the threshold, the door slammed shut behind us and I was bathed in flashing strobes of colored light. Electronic music thumped so loudly, I could hear nothing else, and the entire warehouse was one big dance floor, bodies writhing and gyrating to the beat. Glowsticks twirled in people's hands, and some sucked on pacifiers. All of this was sensory overload. The drugs rushed through my system, and I couldn't stop myself from joining those writhing bodies. I immediately lost my companions to the throng, but my brain registered nothing other than sensation coursing through my long dead body. For once, I felt alive.

My legs, arms and torso moved without any direction from me, taking all the cues they needed from the beat of the trance music pounding through the building. I danced alone for a while, until I felt a soft, smaller body press against mine, sending electric shocks through my skin into my core. Opening my eyes, I found a pretty blonde girl in my arms, her pupils blown just as large as my own, which I could see in her mind's eye. I looked as enraptured as I felt, and she pushed a pacifier into my mouth which matched the one in hers. She pulled hers out, smiled widely, and kissed my cheek before moving on.

The pacifier wasn't doing it for me, so I took it out, discreetly pulverizing it in my fist. I might have been blasted out of my mind, but I still had the wherewithal to know some stoned human would find it on the floor and suck on it if I just tossed it away, and who knew what my venom might do to them. Releasing the dust from my palm, I found the beat again, closing my eyes and feeling the rhythm.

I wasn't alone for long. A new body pressed against me now, their back to my chest. The lines of that body felt firmer and straighter than the one I held before, and a quick glance into their mind told me it was a boy looking to get laid. Under normal circumstances, I would probably push the boy away and insist I wasn't gay, but when his ass pushed against the ever-present erection that all these new sensations had wrought in me, I couldn't find the will to care. Instead, I pressed myself against him, my hips grinding against his ass as he greedily pressed back against me. He laid his head on my shoulder, exposing his neck as my hands roamed over his body. His euphoric thoughts, elevated heartbeats, and fast pumping blood quickly awakened the monster inside me, and I felt the venom pooling in my mouth. I wanted to bite him, so, so badly...just a taste. My lips peeled back from my teeth of their own accord, and my nose ran over the length of his neck, searching for just the right spot...

Suddenly, strong hands wrapped around my biceps, and in a flash, I found myself outside, behind the warehouse with my companions frowning down at me.

"God, you are such an idiot, Edward. Keep a handle on yourself. What is wrong with you?"

"Aw, lay off, Rose. It's his first time," Emmett defended me. "Come on, let's go find something to drink."

The wind whipped through my hair as I sped through the forest in search of some prey. My speed was always a wonder to me, but the drugs really made me feel like I was flying, and before I knew what was happening, a white-tailed deer's throat was at my lips. Drinking her blood was absolute euphoria. I could feel the hot liquid infiltrating every part of my body as it traveled through my system, from the top of my head to the tips of my fingers and toes. Involuntarily, I started humping the doe as I drank.

Every part of me tingled with energy, and my cock grew harder than I'd ever felt before, harder than it had been in the club, and I dropped the drained doe with a groan, falling to my knees. I braced myself with my hands in the grass, and the damp strands added a new sensation to the ones coursing through my body. My mind imagined my fingers were threading through a faceless woman's hair, damp from a recent shower, her soft curves clean and naked, on display for my hungry eyes.

My cock jerked with the imagery and I wanted— no, I needed some relief. Without any command from me, I lowered my hips enough to grind against the ground, the pressure on my aching need making me cry out.

A deep chuckle snapped me out of my reverie, though my hips could not be stopped. It just felt too good. "Think he's feeling it, Rose?"

"Mmmm," Rosalie murmured, and in my lust, I couldn't find it in myself to be embarrassed. Looking up from the ground, I saw Rosalie sitting spread eagle in front of me, her skirt raised around her hips. Her glistening sex was bared to my eyes, her fingers rubbing her clit furiously. Another groan left my lips as Emmett knelt beside her, naked as the day he was born, his monster of a cock distended with need. The head was glistening with wetness and I licked my lips, humping the ground in earnest now.

"Like what you see, Eddie?" I grunted at the use of the hated nickname, making him laugh. "Sit up, Edward. I want you to watch us, and I want to see your hand on your cock."

I immediately followed his order, raising myself up on my knees to unbutton and shed my pants and underwear. The shirt swiftly followed for good measure. Rosalie's blown pupils widened at the sight of my long cock, pointing straight up like an arrow, quivering against my belly. "Shit, Edward, you look hot," she moaned as Emmett pulled her shirt over her head. When her luscious, full breasts were exposed, precum leaked from my slit, and I grasped myself tightly, rubbing my thumb across the head to spread the wetness, making my toes curl with the force of the sensation.

Emmett laid Rosalie down with her head at my kneeling form and spread her legs wide apart. Biting my lip, I watched as he sank his huge, thick length into her slick folds. Rosalie's back arched sharply and she threw her head back, welcoming the pleasure of the stretching intrusion. As he began to thrust inside her, I matched my strokes to his movements, squeezing my head on every upstroke. The air was heavy with our lust, and our moans and cries had long since frightened the forest creatures away.

"Come closer, Edward. Touch her tits while I fuck her," Emmett grunted out, and I moved fast, excited by the invitation.

Scooting forward with one knee on either side of her face, my balls hung dangerously close to her mouth, and I could feel her panting breaths wafting over them. Leaning forward, I gently cupped her bosoms in the palms of my hands, making both partners groan with delight.

"Harder, Edward, tug on my nipples," Rosalie demanded, and I did, pulling on her taut nubs as hard as I dared. Her answering cries could have shattered glass. Then, I felt the wetness of her tongue as it snaked out and lapped at my ballsack, making me jerk. "Oh! Oh fuck!" I cursed, and my hands fell away from her breasts with the powerful avalanche of feeling, having someone licking me in a place no one had ever touched before. My nerve endings felt like they were about to burst. I didn't know if the drugs were making things more intense or if it was just my virginal body responding to its first touches. What I did know is the drugs lowered our inhibitions enough for this to happen, and I was glad of it.

In a flash of movement, Emmett bent himself over Rosalie's body, then he leaned forward and captured my straining erection between his lips. A cry of surprise and ecstasy escaped me as he took me into his mouth to the root, his nose buried in the tight curls there. My hands found his hair and I wound my fingers through his soft, short tresses. He sucked and licked me earnestly as he pummeled into Rosalie at the same time. If I could cry, I'd be sobbing from the intensity of his warm, wet cavern plunging over my length again and again. I tugged at his hair, trying to push his face closer to my crotch. Rosalie lapped at my balls faster, and I could feel them tightening up. It was all too much; my body couldn't take much more. When her tongue dragged its way back over my most private entrance, it was over for me. I came so hard, my vision blurred and the sounds I made were inhuman as I painted Rosalie's chest with my release. My sounds mixed with those of my partners as they reached their climax with me, their own explosive thoughts of ecstasy combining with mine to stimulate me to the breaking point.

When it was done, I collapsed to the side, my head landing next to where the two of them were still joined, my spent groin next to their heads.

"Feeling better?" Rosalie cooed, reaching out to lightly stroke my hip.

I felt my trademark smirk spread across my face as I gave a contented sigh.

"I feel amazing."