Honorary R-Team Member for this week is...

Meet our newest Honorary member... Elana aka Makehimmoan!

Once upon a time an uncorrupted young woman who spent too much time studying, finally completed her degree. Not knowing what to do with all her free time, she was watching E! News one day when something magical happened... The premiere of a movie named Twilight. But more importantly, the discovery of the most mouthwateringly delicious unparalleled sexual man who ever lived. And so, a Robsession was born. The virginal young woman discovered the wonderous world of Twi and all the majestic things it had to offer, the most life altering of which would be: Fan Fiction. Strange new thoughts and feelings began to surface and her brain descended into the gutter, finally culminating in the creation of her very own fictional SmutFest.

And so, fellow lovers of RobWard I give you a gift, from my gutter brain to yours. The gift of smut. May it fuel your fantasies to dizzying heights.

Author Notes:

This story comes with a few warnings:

1. This is WAY out there, and so ridiculous I made myself laugh sometimes, but that's what fantasy is about, right?

2. There's some boy-on-boy action (because that's the way I like it).

3. It's total SMUT (because, again, that's the way I like it).


I do not own Twilight or Edward Cullen. Stephenie Meyer does. Because she's awesome. I also don't have any claim on Robert Pattinson, as much as I'd love to think so.

Now that you have been warned and equiped, it's time to read and enjoy!

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I awoke in a pool of sweat. I felt eyes on me. For a moment I lay completely still, frozen in terror, my heart pounding erratically against my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut, too afraid to face the danger before me.

I heard the soft creak of feet on floorboards, approaching me. My breathing stopped completely. Please just let it be over quickly. I felt the heat of a body standing next to my bed. I smelled it. Musky, earthy... not quite sweet but still mouth wateringly delicious. I guess being attacked could smell a lot worse, I thought, immediately frowning at my humorous inner monologue in the face of imminent danger.

I heard a soft chuckle and felt the delicious-smelling source of heat kneel down beside my bed. I became aware that I was shaking, and that I was still holding my breath. "Breathe," the Heat whispered in my ear. I gasped as I let out the breath I was holding. I shuddered as I gulped in a few deep breaths. The Heat was still at my ear. I could feel it breathing softly against my neck.

"Now open your eyes," the Heat commanded, in a husky voice. I could hear amusement in its tone. I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter. Always the rebel. Great, even my inner monologue was chastising me.

"I promise I'll make it worth it," the Heat urged. With one last deep breath of determination, I braced myself against my pillow and opened my eyes on the exhale.

I found myself staring into almost inhumanly beautiful blue-gray eyes. The same color and intensity as a thunderstorm. I felt my breath catch in my throat.

The Heat was Rob. Rob was the Heat.

Don't you dare question this.

In a split second I dug my fingers into his hair and dragged Rob into the bed on top of me. He was wearing a light gray t-shirt and tight black jeans. His feet were bare. His hair was a perfect mess.

He settled with his knees between my thighs, his arms on either side of me. I was still clutching two fistfuls of his hair. His eyes pierced into my soul one moment more, passion burning like an inferno behind them. He crushed his lips into mine, letting out a moan which could only be described as desperation. I let out a strangled cry in reply.

I pulled him to me by his hair, deepening the kiss, thrusting my tongue in his mouth without a second thought. He groaned as our tongues started dancing, fighting for dominance. I wasn't giving away any ground. My breathing was erratic, my body was on fire, my entire world was crashing down around me.

This is it. This is all you've wanted. Make him yours.

I bit down on his lip, eliciting a surprised gasp from him. He looked down at me, his mouth slightly open, his eyes completely captivating. I gave him a wickedly seductive grin and pressed my crotch up to meet his, hooking my legs around his. His eyes rolled back in pleasure, as did my own at the sight of him.

As much as it pained me to do, I released his hair from my right hand and let it travel down the waistband of his jeans, cupping his taut ass and giving it a squeeze. I was pleased to feel that I would only need to rid him of his jeans...

I guess underwear was optional, I giggled internally.

I dragged my nails over his butt, up his back, feeling the well-defined muscles ripple beneath me. I let my left hand leave his hair as well and let it join the right, digging the nails of both hands into his back.

I tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. I then made work of the top button of his jeans, and stopped abruptly as I took a moment to drink in the glory of the half-naked man on top of me... on all fours... his jeans gaping open...

He smiled down at me and I felt my heart shatter at the sheer beauty of it.

I frantically pulled his lips back down to me, attacking him with the full force of my lust.

He started to paw at my thin cotton tank top, finally clutching a fistful and yanking it straight off my body. His right hand found my breast and he grabbed at it with unbridled want, like he couldn't have enough of me at any given moment.

I immediately felt the loss of him as he pulled his lips away from mine and travelled down my neck, planting wet kisses all the way. When he reached my breast he paused, for what felt like an eternity, as if to savour the moment. He then growled and took me in his mouth, hungrily, ferociously, biting down just enough for it to still be pleasurable.

He sucked me in, gently nibbling my peak before releasing it again. The intensity of the sensation was almost too much to bear. But still I wanted more.

I guided his left hand to my other breast and squeezed my hand down over his. He continued to suck and lick at my left breast. Then he started to kiss down between my breasts, leaving a moist trail down my torso.

My heart lurched as his lips reached the waistband of my sleep shorts. He planted soft kisses on my hips, the tingling of his breath against my skin driving me crazy with want. I gasped as he used his teeth to pull at the shorts, exposing more of my hips. The proximity of his mouth to my now soaking wet and fiery core was almost too much to take. My hips bucked forward involuntarily. He chuckled. I whimpered.

His hands left my breasts and travelled down my stomach, then to my butt, which he gave a light squeeze. I looked down to see a mixture of mischief and lust in his eyes.

His eyes remained locked on mine as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down, exposing my throbbing center. I could cry with the magnificent beauty of the man between my legs.

His hands travelled back up my calves and thighs, back to my hips and then to my inner thighs. I looked at his long, musical fingers. So close to the moisture that he had caused.

His eyes had followed mine and he instantly understood. He placed his finger at my navel and started to drag it down lightly at an excruciating pace. My legs had started to shake with anticipation. When his finger reached my soaking folds I let out a strangled cry and grabbed two fistfuls of sheets in frustration. His finger momentarily grazed my clit, at which my hips bucked again, and he hovered his finger at my entrance.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to push myself down onto his magical finger. I wanted to wrap my legs around his neck and feel his painfully beautiful lips on me. I settled for shaking and whimpering, feeling completely powerless beneath him. The moisture was dripping from me in anticipation.

His eyes never left mine, his mouth hanging slightly open. He licked his lips and slowly glided his finger into my hot moisture. I threw my head back against the pillow with a shriek.

He pulled his finger out slightly and then plunged it back in, this time with more fervor. My mind spiralled into a frenzy of thoughts and my instincts took over. I grabbed him by the hair and pulled his lips to mine, crushing them to me. Without reservation I plunged my tongue into his mouth, longing to be inside his mouth as he was inside me.

He thrust his finger in and out of me as I continued to devour his lips.

He moaned into my mouth as I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him to push deeper into me. I gasped slightly at the sound of him, becoming acutely aware of what was actually taking place at that moment. I felt the intense need to consume him and be consumed by him, fearing that this fleeting encounter would be all we had.

I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts. He started to thumb my clit as he inserted a second finger into me. I could feel my climax approaching. My mind was not ready for the moment to end yet my body was greedy for release.

As if anticipating that I was on the edge, he simply curled his fingers into me, immediately hitting the right spot. The climax ripped through me in a flash of white light. I was vaguely aware of my own cries of ecstasy as my pulse throbbed in my ears.

I reluctantly dropped my legs from his waist as I collapsed onto the bed. His fingers were still inside me. He teasingly curled his fingers into me for a second time, at which I yelped. The intensity of my release had left me incredibly sensitive.

He slipped his fingers out of me and brought them to his lips, closing his eyes as he sucked at the moisture. I whimpered at the sight, and felt myself instantly aroused again.

I pushed him over so he was lying on his back and climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs.

"You're a bit overdressed for this gathering, Mr. Pattinson." I smiled with surprising confidence.

"I'm sure you could think of a way to rectify the situation?" he enquired, the maddening crooked grin spreading across his lips.

My smile widened as I crawled down his body, my eyes soaking up every small detail of his glorious body.

His neck was long and graceful and curved into his collarbone and shoulder in the most tantalizing way. I kissed the hollow of his neck, his sweet scent intoxicating me. My fingers and eyes travelled down his sculpted chest, which was covered with soft hair. I took each nipple into my mouth in turn. I smiled as his erection pushed into my stomach.

I trailed kisses down his torso, his abs rippling beneath me as his breath quickened. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes travelled down the trail of hair that disappeared below the waistband of his jeans. The muscles of his groin formed an arrow, as if guiding me in the right direction.

I paused for a moment to compose myself. I took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. He shivered a tiny bit and I felt his erection grow even more prominent against my chest. I looked down at the impressive bulge in his jeans and back up to the stormy gray of his eyes, displaying my desire freely in my eyes.

I let my lips curl into a wicked grin as I started to slowly undo the buttons of his jeans. I involuntarily closed my eyes, feeling overwhelmed by the moment again. I reached the last button and tugged his jeans down in one swift motion. I opened my eyes and let them rest on his manhood. His considerable manhood. My breath hitched in my throat and he let out an embarrassed yet pleased chuckle.

His soft laughter unlocked my own and I smiled widely as I lowered my tongue onto his already moist tip. He tasted surprisingly sweet, as good as he smelled... I licked my lips in approval.

At that he let out what could only be described as a growl and flipped me back over onto my back. Without warning he plunged his tongue into my core. I clamped my eyes shut in sheer pleasure and fisted his hair into my hands, pushing him even deeper into me. I lifted my hips to meet every thrust of his tongue.

Then I froze.

A chill ran down my arm, my hip, my thigh.

My eyes fluttered open, struggling to adjust to the light. Rob lifted his head from the task at hand and whispered reassuringly "Shhhhh, it's just Edward."

...to be continued!