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The Ed Who Played with Fire	By : Aspergirl Category: +1 through F > Ed, Edd, and Eddy Views: 3989 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The door barely gave a creak as it was pushed open and locked from within. The disco ball key chain caught a flicker from the street lamp. “Let's see what Pipsqueak has for me,” Eddy's brother wondered with a dry laugh. He spun the key around his finger and placed it back in his jacket pocket. Looking down, he could see three pairs of shoes lined up by the door. One pair was Eddy's. Another pair was too big and another pair was too small. “I'm getting paid back with interest!”

Eddy's brother smirked with pride in his talent for con artistry. “I gave that little horndog his fix. He agreed to let me come get anything I want in my room, but he didn't say it had to be mine... yet.” Eddy's brother stealthily crept down the hall. He had been out of the house for years, but he had no trouble getting around the place in the dark. Hearing the sound of snoring coming from Eddy's room, Eddy's brother prepared to collect. “I am the man with the scam. Little Eddy will never know all my tricks!”

Sitting for several silent minutes outside Eddy's door, Eddy's brother listened. When he was certain that everyone inside was asleep, he opened the door a crack and peered in. His eyes were accustomed to the darkness. Like a jungle cat in search of prey, Eddy's brother slipped through the door. On top of Eddy's dresser was an array of items. Some were of particular interest, such as a Barry White concert ad from 1974, some ticket stubs, and a Tom Jones tour program, signed by “the Voice” himself. Some things were mundane, like the lighter with “Fuck Communism” written on the side and the pair of knock-off sunglasses. Other things were just strange, like the bottle cap with a squiggly smile drawn on it. After surveying the collection, Eddy's brother shrugged and swept all the items into an empty pocket. “Finders keepers.”

He clicked on the lighter and looked across the floor for anything else that looked worthwhile. He stepped carefully over Ed, who was grunting and twitching in his sleep. In Ed's head, a war between the stench-mutants and the zombies was being fought, so Eddy's brother slipped past, unnoticed. Seeing that Ed's overnight bag was a gym bag with a few holes and mysterious stains on it, Eddy's brother did not investigate further. “Goddamn, this one's useless,” Eddy's brother muttered, giving Ed's head a tap with his foot. Ed growled and clawed with his hands, then rolled onto his side and began to drool.

Eddy's brother made a grab for Double D's bag. Inside, clothes were neatly folded atop the geometry textbook, and the carefully bagged and labeled jawbreaker was tucked into a pocket. What? No loot? Eddy's brother was growing frustrated. He then removed a black case labeled “Medical Supplies.” There was a box of sticky-aid bandages, a splint, gauze, little strips of paper. There were also syringes and a bottle of fluid labeled “Rx.” Ka-ching! Now we're talkin', thought Eddy's brother, scooping the syringes into his pocket.

Satisfied with his swag, Eddy's brother turned to leave, but looked down to see Double D's face, not peacefully asleep as moments before, but eyes wide as dinner plates. Eddy's brother stopped; he would have recognized those feminine features anywhere. Bending down, Eddy's brother placed a hand firmly over Double D's mouth. With the other, Eddy's brother yanked Double D out of the sleeping bag. Double D simply hung in Eddy's brother's grasp, frozen in terror. “Hello, sweetheart,” Eddy's brother purred.

Not even bothering to check on Eddy, who was mumbling in his sleep, Eddy's brother tucked Double D under his arm like a football. Finders keepers! Now that he had gotten everything he wanted, Eddy's brother stalked down the hall to his den. Once inside, Eddy's brother shut the door and applied a combination lock.

Calmly, Eddy's brother placed Double D feet first onto the floor. Before Eddy's brother could remove his collection of pilfered goodies from his jacket pockets, Double D zipped back to the locked door and fought to open the door all in vain. Looking at the lock, Double D murmured, “Four places. Zero to 9, that's ten possible digits per place. Ten to the power of four is 10,000 possible sequences! It would take hours to deduce the correct one.”

Eddy's brother shook his head and opened his fridge to get himself a beer and a bed. He laughed as he opened the bottle with his teeth and saw Double D pace the floor. Eddy's brother said nothing, just watched Double D as a cat watches a trapped mouse.

Double D scurried past the bed and opened the window blind to find a brick wall, a reminder of Eddy's brother's knack for pranks. Feeling a set of eyes on him, Double D put as much distance between himself and Eddy's brother as he could. Unable to settle his nerves, he hoped to rationalize with the irrational. “Mister Eddy's brother, we seem to have a misunderstanding, a perturbation, of sorts. You were acquiring a number of inanimate objects from your younger sibling in exchange for your questionable 'services'. As I am very animated indeed, would you be so kind as to allow me to return to Eddy's room, please?” He clasped his hands and looked hopeful, but Eddy's brother was stolid and immovable.

“Miss your boyfriend already? We'll see what we can do about that. Let's go.” Eddy's brother beckoned Double D with a wave of his arm.
Thinking his ordeal was over, Double D made a move for the door. His limbs behaved strangely after being seized up for some time. As he approached Eddy's brother, a big hand stopped him. “Hold on, baby,” Eddy's brother scolded, catching Double D by the shoulder. “Your boyfriend and I made a deal, see,” said Eddy's brother. “And I'm afraid I've got you until I've gotten everything I need in my old room.”
The deal was just as Eddy had told him earlier that night, but Double D found Eddy's brother's version much less reassuring. Naturally, I should have expected there to be fine print, thought Double D, trying to convince himself that he was still in his sleeping bag and that a little change in brain wave activity would take the whole scene away.

It was clear that Eddy's brother was very much real when he pulled Double D in closer. Double D trembled and turned his head away when Eddy's brother ran his hands across the yellow sleeper. “What's the matter?” Eddy's brother cooed. “Pipsqueak hasn't laid a hand on you yet? He's a real gentleman.” He pushed Double D down onto the bed. “Listen, I've had more than a few girls before. I'm a real man, but I ain't gonna be gentle.”

For a moment, Double D lay motionless to make sense of what was happening to him. Then, as if jolted by electricity, Double D made a desperate bid for freedom, straining against the hand that pinned him down. Quickly realizing that the escape was impossible, and that his attempts only amused his captor, Double D cried out. “EDDY! Your brother is here...” Double D's voice trailed off when he saw that Eddy's brother's grin remained unchanged. Sure enough, there was no response from the outside.

Eddy's brother placed a finger on Double D's lips to close them. “Sound proof walls. Installed 'em myself. We don't want to be disturbed, now do we?” Eddy's brother removed the finger from Double D's lips and kissed Double D deeply, forcing his tongue into the sweet boy's mouth. Feeling the boy struggle beneath him made it even sweeter. Double D pressed his eyes closed, trying to put his mind elsewhere, far away.

With reason failing him, Double D attempted to appeal to Eddy's brother's sensibilities. “I implore you, have mercy! In my parents' domicile I have a powerful electron microscope worth its weight in knowledge, and...” Double D heard himself say, “money.”

For a few seconds, Eddy's brother seemed to mull over the offer. But turning back resolutely to his prey squirming below him, Eddy's brother explained, “Now why would I want money, when I can have Eddy's honey?” Restraining Double D with one hand, Eddy's brother reached for the zipper on Double D's sleeper, slowly pulling it down. Double D fought to push the invasive arm away. “Mmm, still got that spunk. Let's see what else you got for me. A soft pussy to match those soft lips?”

The language was foreign to Double D, although his vocabulary was unsurpassed. He blushed and clenched his fists. Eddy's brother fed on Double D's sensitivity and slid the zipper all the way down, leaving the sleeper open and Double D's tense body exposed. While not disappointed – or even surprised – by what he found between Double D's legs, he enjoyed making Double D aware of his place, that of the little sissy girl that Eddy's brother had momentarily mistaken him to be, just a few weeks before. A hand slid up between Double D's legs. Reaching Double D's tender inner thighs, the boy shuddered. “Easy, sweetheart,” hissed Eddy's brother. The hand moved higher to grasp Double D's groin.

Double D, who always did his best to abide parental sticky notes, he had occasionally gone against the letter of the law. One such sticky note was the one placed prominently in his bathroom to discourage him from his biological urges. Is this a punishment meted out by the powers that be? If only I had heeded mother and father... Feeling as though he had betrayed his parents, he in turn felt betrayed by his erection, responding to Eddy's brother's touch. Double D arched his back. He desperately wanted Eddy's brother to stop, but was unable to protest. Legs quivering, Double D moaned, grasping the covers. Orgasm came quickly, and for that instant, Double D was able to forget Eddy's brother, forget the unease that came with being in an unlabeled room.

Then Double D thought of Eddy. After Eddy was rescued from his brother's pummeling, Double D had clasped Eddy's hands in his. He wished that he had simply told Eddy the truth that after years of scams and sucking succulent jawbreakers, Double D wanted a different kind of sweetness from Eddy. That was the way things should have been. Instead, Eddy's one-time hero of a brother had stepped in again to do his dirty work. Curse my inhibition. Why didn't I come clean with Eddy when the opportunity presented itself? How will Eddy react if he finds out about tonight? He might be too repulsed to look at me again. The thought of Eddy disappearing from his life was unbearable. It took all of Double D's effort to suppress the need to cry, because he knew that crying would only further excite Eddy's brother. Double D's eyes stung, but he bit his lip. This was as good as foreplay for Eddy's brother, who knew he was breaking through Double D's sharp-tongued sarcasm and breaking Double D down.

Eddy's brother pressed himself onto Double D and kissed him roughly. Sandpaper-like stubble on Eddy's brother's chin scratched against Double D's face. His sensitive skin burning, Double D turned his head to the side to protect himself. Eddy's brother pulled Double D's face back towards him and continued. Double D tried to cover his face with his hands, but Eddy's brother grasped the slender wrists and yanked them out of the way. “Mmm, I like feisty,” said Eddy's brother, pulling back. “Remember our deal. I did something for you, and now I'm cashin' in.”

Sliding out of his baggy jeans and boxers, Eddy's brother began to grind his hips against Double D, making sure that his growing erection was obvious to his captive. Double D was startled, and he kicked his legs in a reflex, inadvertently kneeing Eddy's brother in the stomach. Not at all winded, but very much incensed, Eddy's brother used his weight to restrain Double D's arms and legs. “You fuckin' want rough? I'll show you what rough is!” His eyes fell on Double D's hat. “First, let's see what you're hiding under that sock.”

Double D struggled against the body that held him down, but he could not budge. “No! Please!” begged Double D, but his pleas went unheard, as Eddy's brother was already pulling the black cap away. Whimpering, Double D could only wait for Eddy's brother to respond.
Eddy's brother went silent, then burst into fits of laughter. Shaking his head, he sputtered, “Shit, no wonder you cover that up with this old sock. Did you lose a fight with a lawn mower?”

Never mind that the remark was an erroneous cliché. Double D felt exposed, violated in every sense. Blushing deeply, Double D let his lip quiver. His eyes filled with tears, but he fought a losing battle to keep them from falling. Double D sobbed, wishing more than ever that he could escape and hide his shame. Coldly watching Double D defenseless beneath him and listening to his cries, Eddy's brother spun the hat around his finger. “Alright, freak. You'll get your sock back. Once I'm finished with you, that is.” With tears still falling, the fragile boy lowered his head as Eddy's brother placed a firm hand on Double D's bottom and forced abrasive kisses down his neck.
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