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Blood in the Water	By : AeoAthura Category: +1 through F > Ed, Edd, and Eddy Views: 10400 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Ten:
Eddward loathed tardiness. He hated it more than he hated celery. He wasn’t sure why he hated celery, he just did. He hated it a lot. But he hated tardiness more than that.
Which was why he grinned so salaciously when there was a knock on his door nineteen minutes after he had left the athlete standing in his driveway. Eddward took his time making his way to the door, was quite satisfied when he heard another, louder knocking to signify Kevin’s impatience.
He opened the door and leaned against the frame, “Salutations, Kevin.” He mused to the red head who was scowling at him so adamantly, “You look positively dreadful.” There was not a hint of care in his voice, in fact he was greatly amused!
Kevin, however, was not amused. He grabbed Edd’s jacket once more and shoved the man back into his house, kicked the door closed and just glared at him, “The fuck is your problem!” he barked, “One second we’re getting along and then the next day you’re acting like a royal prick!”
“You know they say that a highly invective vocabulary denotes a significant lack of both intelligence and anger management.” He purred, ignoring the question.
Edd’s back hit a wall and he saw that Kevin’s visit was perhaps not one of carnal intent, “I don’t get you! Last night you were nice, you know that? Nice! Maybe you were relaxed ‘cause I fucking jacked you off but this shit is really starting to piss me off! You’re worse than any woman I know, I can’t fucking read you at all, and not in a good way!”
The swimmer deadpanned, watched Kevin with as bored of an expression as he could muster, “I have no intention of pursuing a relationship, Kevin. I could care less if you are gay, straight or enjoy dressing up in mascot costumes to have mass orgies in convention halls. You and I don’t get along,” he reached up and grabbed Kevin’s wrists quickly, twisting them to earn an agonized look on the athlete’s face before he switched their positions and shoved Kevin face-first against the wall, earning an aggravated grunt before the other started to struggle with his arms pinned firmly behind his back, “However I will not deny that we have a good amount of sexual chemistry together.”
“So that’s what you want is it?” Kevin snarled as he tried in vain to get out of the rather effective arm-bar, “You want a good fuck. You don’t want someone to help you when you fall?”
The ginger was pressing on a metaphorical bruise that caused a dull ache in Edd’s chest to throb. The swimmer frowned, “There’s nobody there to help me when I need them.” He hissed.
That momentary lapse was Kevin needed. He twisted and rammed Edd back, sent them both tumbling to the floor but Kevin jumped up quickly, “You sound like an emo little bitch you know that? The only reason nobody is there for you is because you don’t let them in!”
Edd pulled himself up with a growl, “I don’t need you or anybody else, Kevin!” A sudden burst of rage struck him as he lunged forward and tackled the baseball star to the ground, grabbing his wrists and pinning him down, “You don’t get it do you?! This was forced upon me, you were forced upon me like everything else! You, a nitwit who shows a complete lack of interest in anything but his cock or his game, are somehow responsible for my fucking future! You who pushed me around as a kid, who bullied me and my friends incessantly, who made a sport out of belittling me in every way. I still don’t understand how or why, but for some reason you are fucking intent on ruining my life - so do excuse me if I have to use some method you fucking understand to get through that thick fucking skull of yours and get you to actually fucking learn something and pay attention so that I have some meager hope of doing something that I want with my life!” His voice was topping a holler by the end of his rant as he panted for breath.
Kevin looked stunned beneath him from such an outburst, but it lasted only seconds before his brows furrowed. His knees came up and Edd moved to block his groin from a strike only to have Kevin fake him out and slam a knee into his kidney.
The swimmer doubled over with a gasp. Kevin took the opportunity and brought his feet up and kicked out, sending Edd flying back and hit the ground with a thud. The ginger scrambled to his feet, snarling, “Hey! This is no picnic for me either! I’m having to be taught by the asshole of all assholes! Everyone walked on eggshells around you for years because they felt fucking bad for you and it gave you this twisted God complex. Now I have to put up with that on a damn near daily basis, do you even realize how condescending you are? Not everyone is as smart as you asshole! We can’t all read a textbook in a day and retain every word of it!”
Edd was getting back onto his feet, rubbing his ribs as he glared at the other. He stormed forward, “None of this came easy you know! I worked hard all of my life! I put up with everyone’s bullshit and had to be ten steps ahead of them in everything!” Fist was raised, he swung wildly and felt delightfully elated when Kevin’s head snapped to the side.
Retaliation was swift however, as the jock lunged. Edd felt knuckles hit his lip hard, felt the tissue swell and a trickle of blood drip down his chin. He kicked in return, brought his knee up and kicked out, landing a foot solidly on the jocks sternum.
Kevin flopped back heavily, but was back on his feet in seconds.
This was not one of their little school scuffles. This was a full blown brawl between two alpha males, both with something to prove.
While normally a clean freak, Edd could not bring himself to care in those moments of flying fists and feet. Something got knocked off a table, an end table got overturned completely. Their fight took them into the living room where a vase was knocked over onto the carpet, spilling water and decorative rocks over the pristine white fabric.
Kevin tackled Edd, sent them both down and rolling around on the ground. The jock was poised with a fist in the air and Edd didn’t so much as flinch, steeling himself for what was going to be a very painful hit. Instead however, he felt both of Kevin’s hands push under his beanie and grabbed two fistfuls of his short black hair, holding them tight as he used this for leverage to turn the swimmer’s chin up for a full, rough kiss.
They were still fighting, there was no doubt about that in Edd’s mind. Teeth scraped together, fingers pulled too tight at his hair, there was a growl bubbling in Kevin’s chest. The swimmer fought back with every ounce of his being, grabbed at Kevin’s shirt and rolled them both over to slam Kevin into the ottoman.
Edd had a black eye, a split lip, a bloody nose and likely no end of bruises along his body, but he was satisfied that Kevin was faring no better. He tasted blood on his tongue and reveled in that fact that he was unsure if it was his own or the ginger’s.
At some point Edd lost his jacket. It had become too constraining to fight in, but now he was aware of his shirt riding up, the rub of the carpet against his back. He pulled at Kevin’s shirt because he would be damned if he was going to let the jock have more clothing than he did.
Someone moaned, it might have been him. He shoved and rolled, pushing himself atop Kevin and ground down against him. They both moaned this time, but the athlete wasn’t going to give up easily.
Kevin bit the cut on Edd’s lip causing a sharp flash of pain that was enough for the ginger to shove Edd back and away. He landed on his back with a grunt and had no time to recover before the other was on him once more. Lips were abandoned as teeth found his neck, clamped down hard and lapped at the bit of blood that bubbled up. Both of them lost their shirts, one of them was torn, and two bruised chests were pressed flush together.
Edd’s head fell back and he let out a cry of pleasured pain when the jock bit at his collar bone. His hands came up to Kevin’s back, blunt nails found tanned skin and raked ten long angry red lines up the baseball captain’s back. The groan he got was magical and pooled liquid fire in his veins.
“Fuck, how can an asshole like you be so fucking hot?!” Kevin snarled and clamped down on a nipple.
Edd howled his joy, his back arched and he felt his ability to fight back waning. Kevin wanted to be in charge and he wanted to let him have it, feeling the jock’s strong hands on him, a combination of painful and pleasurable was swirling to become a euphoric fog in his mind.
“Fucking masochist!” Kevin hissed, biting down on the same nipple, breaking the skin this time.
Edd cried out, the pain sharper than the pleasure, dulling the ecstasy for a moment before the jock went about sucking at the pebbled flesh, “That’s a big word Kevin, careful you don’t hurt yourself.” His chuckle turned to a gasping moan when a hand came up to pinch and twist the other nipple sharply.
In the end Edd gave in and allowed Kevin control. The two alpha males had gone head-to-head, but Edd had always known that in a battle of brawn that the other would win. It sent a thrill through his body, made his back arch as he rolled his hips and just let go.
Kevin must have sensed this because he let out a pleased growl and pushed the swimmer into the carpet further. His hands went to the front of Edd’s pants, fingers working to pop the button and pull down the zipper. Kevin sat up and yanked at Edd’s pants, pulling them clean off and leaving the man in nothing more than a pair of tented black silk boxers.
He grinned as he watched the jock look over his body with hunger in his green eyes. Edd shamelessly spread his legs and grinned, “Aimez-vous ce que vous voyez, ma bête?” he purred the French from his tongue like liquid silk and saw something snap in Kevin’s eyes.
Kevin reached into his pocket and pulled out a little blue square of foil, tossing the condom onto Edd’s stomach as he went to undo his own pants, “If you want me to use it, then you’ll have to put it on.” The jock said in a thick, husky tone. He then stood up and pulled off both his pants and boxers in one go.
Edd had previously been slightly irked that Kevin had seen him naked the day before, not that he had anything to hide, however this evened the playing field somewhat. Kevin dropped back down to his knees and prepared to move back over Edd when the swimmer moved up and grabbed him in a rough kiss.
Bodies pushed against one another, hands explored bare skin. Kevin’s fingers slid around, down Edd’s back. He could feel every callous on that hand drag against his flesh until he felt his rear being cupped and squeezed hard, pulling him up to deepen their kiss.
Edd tipped his head and gave Kevin the satisfaction of a pleasurable purr, one hand coming up to tangle in the ginger’s hair while the other went down to grab the man’s length, giving it a rough stroke. Kevin’s hips bucked sharply, Edd grinned and tightened his hold until he felt the other’s breath hitch in discomfort.
The swimmer’s back arched and he let out a moan when Kevin’s hand tightened on his ass and he felt nails digging into the skin. It was quite wonderful as his head fell back and he panted lewdly, baring his throat, “Vous savez juste obtenir mon sang bouillant, svp, ne faites pas vous obstacle de défi!”
“Speak English you bastard…” Kevin panted, his free hand going to the nape of Edd’s neck to grip the short hairs he found there. He felt a pulse of need throbbing within him, let out a little cry and scrambled for the condom that had fallen on the floor.
Somehow he tore it open, he was in too much of a haze to recall how it happened. There was a little fuss with getting it on, but finally he rolled the dark blue sheath over the athlete and stroked it lightly. Kevin let out a moan that Edd eagerly swallowed.
“Promise you’ll let me finish as well this time?” Edd teased.
That seemed to light a fire in Kevin as the athlete shoved the swimmer down to the ground hard enough that the breath was nearly knocked from his lungs. He grabbed Edd’s legs and encouraged them to wrap around the baseball star’s waist before he leaned over the swimmer.
Edd’s hands went up, he wrapped them around the man and let his fingers feel the flexing of his muscle. “It’s been a while, shouldn’t you prepare me?” the man was unsure if he was nervous or not…
“Fuck that, with how much you like pain, I wanna hear you scream.” Kevin bit Edd’s neck again, then reached down and grabbed his cock and lined himself up.
Edd was certain that he drew blood with his his nails dug into Kevin’s back and drug across the skin. Kevin sank in balls-deep with one brutal thrust and had the swimmer gasping for air. Sensing that he had perhaps gone too far the man remained still and silent for a long moment, eyes squeezed shut tight as he let Edd adjust to the invasion.
When the pain was beginning to subside, Edd rolled his hips and let out a gasping moan, though it was weak. When Kevin still didn’t move he wrinkled his nose, “Move you animal!” he hissed, forcing himself to speak English when his mind was so scrambled to even think.
Kevin complied at last, pulling out before he rammed back in. He readjusted himself, shifted and got a better hold on Edd before he grabbed the swimmer’s hair with one of his hands once more, pulled at it and began a rough pace that had Edd seeing literal stars in his vision.
Eddward would have said that he liked sex before that moment, he would say that it was a physical response that anyone would have and desire, it was how humans were designed. However this… He finally understood why people sought it so badly, he understood why people craved to be filled to the brim. His body was stretched so tight around Kevin that he lingered on the line between pleasure and pain and loved every nanosecond of it.
He loved the way Kevin felt against him, around him, within him. He rolled his hips to meet every thrust and push, pushed for Kevin to go deeper, begged him to go harder. He discovered a truly feral side to both of them, wild animals fulfilling their deepest carnal desires.
They built up a frantic rhythm, they shared kisses and bites alike and exchanged curses in place of sweet words. Edd found himself at the precipice of pleasure first however, his climax hitting him like a solid wave with Kevin following seconds after with a roar. They lay in the carpet in their afterglow, a tangled mess of limbs.
Edd enjoyed how Kevin’s body felt, pressed warm over his own. His skin was hot and there was a thin sheen of sweat and blood covering both of them. It was so deliciously filthy that Edd couldn’t help the smile that curled over the left half of his face.
Kevin recovered first, pulling himself off of the swimmer before working himself free. Edd lost his smile and instead frowned when he suddenly felt so cold and empty, opened one eye and watched the baseball captain get up and walk to the bathroom.
Edd lazily sat up and leaned back on his hands, rolling his shoulders before he took stock of the room. It was an absolute mess, with almost all of the furniture pushed aside in some way or another. He was in a state of disarray himself, as he looked down at the cuts and bruises on his pale skin coupled with a rather large spatter of his own seed. He licked the cut on his lip and reveled in the lingering sting, reached up and pressed a finger to the swelling on his right eye.
Kevin came out of the bathroom with a wicked smirk and he stopped to look over the room, then Eddward laying out before him. “You look like shit.” He commented simply.
The swimmer scoffed, looking over the bruises and blood on the athlete, “You are no better off than I am.” He slowly went to stand, ignoring the lance of pain that shot through his system. He was good at hiding pain, but Kevin must have noticed something given the concerned look in his eyes. Edd ignored it, “I have to admit, I feel somewhat better.”
“You’re fucking weird.”
“Given your current state of arousal, I would have to turn that jab right back at you.” Edd made his way to the kitchen and pulled out a first aid kit from under the sink, complete with hydrogen peroxide and gauze for his cuts.
“I never said I wasn’t.” Kevin followed him into the room, grabbed a chair from the table and sat backwards, straddling it. Edd frowned at the naked man on his furniture, now that their coupling was over he was in little mood to clean more of his sweat and blood than he had to.
“I would appreciate it if you would remove your testicles from my dining room furniture…” Though Edd really didn’t appreciate it no matter what, and Kevin made no sign to move. The swimmer scowled his annoyance, “Now that your curiosity has been satiated, I pray you’ll leave me alone and move on?” The question was asked with a cold tone, he would not stand for being Kevin’s toy.
“I wanna go again,” the athlete said with a broad grin.
Edd rolled his eyes and took a cotton ball, coated it with peroxide and dabbed it on the various cuts on his body. “Then perhaps next time you will be the one to have something shoved inside of you.” He snorted, then scoffed, “Filthy animal.” Yet even as he said that he felt a tremble of need shudder through him.
“But you look so hot riding my cock.”
Eddward was pacing closer with a fresh peroxide swab. “That may be the case, however…”
“AAAAGH!”
“Hold still!” The swimmer was working the cotton ball over the bloody scratches down the athlete’s back, “You’re such a baby.” He snapped, then slapped the man’s back which earned him a loud yelp, “Now I repeat, get your filthy ass off of my furniture!”
Kevin was up in an instant, he grabbed Eddward and moved to shove him, pushing him down to bend him over the table and he pushed himself up behind the swimmer to hold him down, “What about your filthy ass huh?” He grinned and rocked his hips against Edd’s, letting him feel the cock between his legs.
“Desist at once. At least give me some time to recover!”
“At least you’ll be prepared this time.” Kevin teased, biting at Edd’s ear with a low growl.
The swimmer met this with his own growl, shoved up and back and forced Kevin off of his frame, “Insatiable bastard.” He growled, then turned and made his way into the living room. He had partially hoped that once Kevin got to explore his curiosity that he would take his leave.
Yet that seemed to be a very small part… Eddward could have forced the man to leave if he had really wanted.
Kevin followed him once more, “You’re damn right I am.”
Eddward heaved a sigh, “Honesty is not always the best policy.” He turned around just in time for Kevin to grab him and shove him onto the couch.
He felt his muscles burning.
Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad.
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