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Swallow The Moon	By : GhostHelwig Category: +1 through F > Ed, Edd, and Eddy Views: 9514 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Ed Edd and Eddy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer – I do not own or profit from Ed, Edd N Eddy or “Lullaby”. The Eds belong to the Cartoon Network, the song belongs to The Cure (and I strongly urge anyone who has never heard the song to find a copy, because it is an amazing – and creepy – song. Support The Cure!). Rated R for sexual situations, language, you know the drill. Still a slash story. Also, (Spoiler!) this chapter contains some non-con, so proceed with caution, please.
Special thanks, as always, to darthelwig, for the inspiration. Also, thanks to FateSisterFwa, who has been drawing some beautiful fan art for this story. If you’d like to see it, the link to my web site is on my profile page, and I’ll be putting up the pics as soon as possible. She’s a very talented artist, so check her out.
One last thing – I may or may not have the very last line of this song right. I apologize for any annoyance this may cause.
Anyway (that was long, wasn’t it?), enjoy. Peace, all.
Gathering Gloom
by Ghost Helwig
“On candystripe legs...”
Nighttime. Double D had spent the entire day in his house. After sobbing until he was utterly wrung out, he’d begun implementing as many cleaning procedures as he possibly could, stopping only to bathe whenever the need to overtook him; which was far more often than he was sure was healthy, but was, in his head, entirely in keeping with his particular situation. Before nightfall the entire first floor of his home had been cleaned from top to bottom – and he’d bathed nine times.
He didn’t eat. He couldn’t eat. All he could do was clean-
And wait.
  “...the spiderman comes...”
The doors and windows were all locked up tight. His parents weren’t home – when were they ever? – but he still didn’t leave all the lights on like he wanted to. It was too much of a waste for his sensibilities to accept.
But the fact that he had considered it at all, even for a moment, was proof enough of the depth of his fear.
“Softly through the shadow...”
Slowly he climbed the stairs to his bedroom to grab his nightclothes, wishing fervently that he didn’t have to be alone from now on. If only Ed or Eddy could be here, with him...
But Eddy no longer cared for him. And he absolutely refused to harm Ed and Eddy’s relationship any further by inviting Ed to stay with him just to combat his fear.
But he was so alone. So very, very alone...
“...of the evening sun.”
And scared. Double D was more than willing to admit that he was absolutely terrified.
  “Stealing past the windows...”
It was when he was in the bathroom shaving that he realized how easy it would be to end it.
“...of the blissfully dead.”
He could think of a dozen or so ways to kill himself that would be practically painless, and even more that wouldn’t be. Despite the temptation to find some sort of peace, of surcease, though, he knew he was not the kind of person who would (or even could) do that-
But for a moment, he wished that he was.
And that was somehow worse.
“Looking for the victim...”
After one last tour of his house to check that he was still alone and everything was still locked up, he went into his bedroom and locked the door. Then he turned off the light and practically dove into bed, not feeling even remotely safe until he was under the blankets, which had to be tucked completely around him, cocooning him.
He huddled there, hands gripping tightly, clutching the blanket under his chin, his exhausted eyes held wide open by his terror.
“...shivering in bed.”
He tried to think of something happy to combat his fear, but all he could remember was the pain on Eddy’s face when he stood framed by Ed’s doorway, watching them...
But slowly his mind began to drift, and he was pulled into a much older memory...
“Searching out fear...”
He remembered the first time Eddy had ever kissed him; the hot sun beating down, the kids gathering, watching-
And Eddy’s lips, so hot and smooth and sweet, crying out a plea for forgiveness just before capturing his...
It was the first kiss in his life he ever felt.
  “...in the gathering gloom...”
It was years before they kissed again. But Double D never forgot that day, and those lips...
And they comforted him.
“...and Suddenly!”
But just as quickly as he’d drifted into his reminiscing he was jolted out of it by the unnatural shifting of the shadows that played on the wall by the window closest to his bed.
“A movement in the corner of the room!”
Had he left the window unlocked? Oh dear, what if he had...?
“H-hello?” he called uncertainly. The shadows moved again, and Double D could almost feel them laughing at him.
“And there is nothing I can do...”
He froze, heart beating out a rapid rhythm in his chest. He could feel it slamming against his ribs, could feel the tightness that meant a panic attack was imminent. But all he was capable of was staring, and praying.
“...when I realize with fright...”
The shadows moved, solidified. Double D closed his eyes in horrified defeat.
“...that the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight!”
He could feel eyes on him, horrible, judging eyes. He knew those eyes scorned him, found his anguish distasteful and possibly even funny. He knew.
“Quietly he laughs...”
The shadow was grinning at him now, he could feel it, grinning at him like a snake would if snakes could grin. He knew that, with every cell of his body.
“...and shaking his head...”
Was it moving? Double D thought it was moving, but he was too terrified to open his eyes to see.
“Creeps closer now...”
He could feel those eyes staring down at him, watching him quiver with ill-disguised delight. He wanted to not give in, to not show fear to that which took such pleasure from it, but it was far beyond his meager acting abilities to pretend he wasn’t awash in helpless, hopeless terror. He did not want to be... touched... again.
“Closer to the foot of the bed...”
He felt the mattress dip ever-so-slightly as someone sat down on the edge, near his chest. Suddenly the protecting blankets felt constricting, confining – like a trap, a cage. Yet he didn’t want to be out from under them, either...
He wanted to flee, but even if his legs worked he had nowhere to run... All his bridges were burned.
“And softer than shadow...”
A gossamer touch ghosted over his cheek, and he had to bite his lip to ward off the cry of forlorn desolation it aroused in him.
“...and quicker than flies...”
Between one breath and the next the blanket was torn from him. He was left lying there, only his clothes between him and the malignant shadowy figure he could sense still beside him. But though he’d forgone his usual sleeveless undershirt and boxers for old, baggy yellow one-piece pajamas he’d worn as an adolescent, it still did not seem to be protection enough.
“...his arms are all around me...”
Hands were suddenly snaking paths on his skin, caressing, pinching, leaving little cuts. And he knew he was lost.
“...and his tongue in my eyes.”
A mouth met his, traveled up and over his forehead, his nose, his eyes, before returning to his lips and forcing them to part.
A tongue forced its way into his mouth, nearly choking him with its incessant, insistent pushing and questing. It wanted him to yield. And for a second he was tempted; anything to stop the pain.
“’Be still...’”
But he couldn’t give in, because there was only one person in the world he wanted to give this to-
And Eddy wasn’t here.
  “’Be calm...’”
But what would fighting gain him? He’d fought last time, fought until his limbs were exhausted, and it had just seemed to make him easier prey...
“’Be quiet now...’”
“Please,” he whimpered, unable to stop himself. “Please just let me go...”
The only reply was more mocking laughter.
“’My precious boy...’”
It seemed that even though he knew it was futile, pointless, he couldn’t give in or truly give up – when featherlight fingers brushed his nipples he lashed out, trying to knock those fiendish, violating hands away.
“’Don’t struggle like that...’”
But cruel laughter rained down on him once more, and as his pajamas were brutally stripped from him lips captured his in yet another bruising, punishing, ravaging kiss.
“’...or I will only love you more.’”
Hands held his shoulders down as a heavy weight crawled atop him. It was happening, all over again, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
More hands brushed over his waist, dipped lower, and he screamed.
“’For it’s much too late...’”
His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, trying to block everything out, but he could still feel it, he could feel all of it, everything that was done to him...
Even refusing to open his eyes provided no escape.
“’...to get away...’”
Eddy, his mind cried out, you’ve got to save me from this! Please!
But even if he’d screamed it aloud Eddy would not have heard him – perhaps not have even heeded him.
“’Or turn on the light...’”
But no, he knew Eddy would protect him, no matter what had passed between them Eddy would always protect him. Even when they were younger Eddy had been that way – when he’d gotten all the kids in trouble by telling their parents they were disobeying rules, Eddy had been furious with him but had still protected him from the wrath of the others, had tried to make excuses for him when they advanced...
So Eddy would protect him...
It was just too late for that to matter.
“’The spiderman is having you for dinner tonight.’”
One hot mouth kissed him, while another lowered itself between his legs-
And even while that was going on hands pulled on him, pushing his legs up, spreading his thighs...
“And I feel like I’m being eaten...”
Something pressed against him in an entirely too intimate area, and Double D cried out at the sudden onslaught of frantic, terrified pain. He didn’t want this, he didn’t want this...
He didn’t even realize he was muttering his thoughts aloud, in between panicked whispers.
“I don’t want this.” A small sob, then, “I don’t want this, I don’t want this...”
“...by a thousand million shivering furry holes...”
The figure devouring him looked up sharply, he could sense it – and when the shadow spoke he could feel its arrogant words sliding along his bones like tainted water.
“Of course you want it. I can tell. I can always tell.”
“And I know that in the morning...”
Only one figure remained, ready to thrust into him. He knew those hands, that body, that voice, and he knew what he would feel beneath his fingers if he reached up to touch that face...
But even though he already knew he had to see in order to truly believe.
“...I will wake up...”
When his eyes opened, the dream ended.
  “...in the shivering cold...”
Double D was left lying there, the covers strewn on the floor, cowering on his own bed in the thick, suffocating darkness of the night, feeling cold and unclean and vulnerable.
“And the spiderman is always hungry...”
He didn’t know he was crying until he could no longer breathe through his nose.
  “’Come into my parlor...’”
He wept into his hands, wishing he could go back, erase. Did anyone know what it had cost him to run all the way across the cul-de-sac to Ed’s that morning? To go out there, where it was unsafe-
But it was no safer here.
  “...said the spider to the fly...”
He should’ve gone straight to Eddy. He knew that now. But he’d been afraid. Afraid that Eddy would not be alone – and of what that would do to him. Afraid that Eddy would blame him for this as he’d blamed him for Kevin’s flirting-
And afraid that he would be very, very right to blame him.
Mostly, though, he was afraid that Eddy wouldn’t blame him, would instead hold him, comfort him, love him-
All out of pity.
And deep in his heart he knew that he’d gone to Ed for another reason as well.
Ed, besides being big and safe and comforting, was Ed.
He could not understand. And deep down Double D didn’t want him to.
“’...for I have a little something here...’”
Because if Ed understood, that would make all this real. And that was something Double D just could not allow it to be.
So he huddled around himself, and the secret he had managed to tell while truly telling no one at all.
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