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Blood in the Water	By : AeoAthura Category: +1 through F > Ed, Edd, and Eddy Views: 10402 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Five:
When Edd was ten years old he had a pet hamster named Gimly. It was small and fuzzy, a mixture of white and orange with big black eyes. He was a gentle little creature, who squeaked quietly in the corner of his cage whenever Edd walked into the room. His cage was cleaned twice a week and while he cleaned the cage Gimly would sit in the pocket of Edd’s coat or on his desk. Edd practiced some of his first live-animal tests with Gimly, including mazes and comprehension tests.
One day when Edd awoke in the morning he sat up in his bed, bade good morning to Gimly only to notice that the little ball of fuzz was not sitting at the corner of his cage. Curious, Edd went over and opened the cage door, and picked up the hamster only to realize that it was not moving.
It was Edd’s first experience with death. He decided that it was an altogether unpleasant situation.
However he was forced to understand that life moved on. He was driven to school by his mother who spoke to him about what he needed to remember for that day’s math test. Ed and Eddy were still obnoxious, as if not even realizing something was wrong. He came home to find his father had set out a healthy snack of apples and peanut butter. When he went up to his room the desk where Gimly’s cage once sat was painfully empty. Though Edd had never been able to hear the hamster’s breathing, the lack of presence was enormous for the child. He sat down at his desk and stared at the stack of books resting there.
A week later Edd accompanied his father to a hardware store and as they perused the garden section Edd saw a cactus sitting alone on a shelf. He had learned a lot about cacti from his books, they were very study plants who could survive even the harshest of conditions and lived anywhere from fifty to over a hundred years old.
Perhaps Edd’s father felt bad for his son’s loss, Edd was unsure for the man rarely expressed emotion, for he said, “Ask me in French, son.” With a light tone of voice.
“Est-ce que je peux svp avoir ceci, père ?” Edd asked, his words blurring together as he still did not yet fully understand how the consonants were supposed to flow. He smiled up at his father who nodded back and took the cactus from the shelf.
As the days went on, a shift in the paradigm of Edd’s household began to take place. He was walked to and from school now by his mother, told to pay attention to their path. He was taken to the supermarket more often and the importance of a healthy diet was reiterated and stressed over and over. Overall, nothing was actually changing except that his parents now stressed that he pay extra attention.
It was relatively unclear to Eddward at first.
The day he came home and found a suitcase on his parents’ bed he looked up and asked his mother if they were going somewhere.
She smile at Edd and said, “We’re going away for a while, but don’t you worry Edd. You’re a big boy aren’t you? Mrs. McAlister will be watching over you.” She pat Edd’s head.
It was less than a week later that his house was suddenly empty. He remembered wandering about and peeking into rooms he had already checked a hundred times only to find his parents’ were not there. He did not sleep for three days waiting for the garage door to open and his mother and father to walk through the door. More than once he heard the front door open and rushed down the stairs with all of his boyhood speed only to skid to a stop and find that it was only Mrs. McAlister having come to check on him.
The fourth night of his loneliness he cried, and because he was alone and there was no one there to comfort the confused child he only sobbed harder.
When the tears finally dried and he awoke from one of the worst sleeps of his life he found that he was still alone. And so to cope he often slept in his parents’ bedroom, with pillows nested on either side of him so that he could pretend that they were there.
He clung tight to his friendship with Ed and Eddy, and often refused to go home until the sun was already set. He would eagerly accept any invitation or impromptu sleepover, just because it meant that for one night he would not have to pretend.
Whenever asked, he would tell the other children that his parents were working very late every night to save other people’s lives. He knew they had been doctors, and convinced himself that they trusted him enough to his own devices so that they could go help the world. Though some nights that did not stop the tears.
He received phone calls every few days, and began sleeping with a phone beside him so that he was sure never to miss a call. Though a few times he intentionally let the phone ring and the answering machine pick up, because his mother or father would leave a message that he could play back over and over again just to pretend for a moment that they would be coming home soon.
Edd followed their instructions carefully, because perhaps if he made them happy enough they would return home or maybe even have Edd join them wherever they were. It was always enough for hope.
When his parents came home for a vacation one week Edd clung to their legs. He showed them with all of his might how much they had been missed, realized he burst into tears and begged them to stay.
His mother complained that the house was a mess…
His father was upset that some of Edd’s grades had dropped down to B’s.
Neither of them fully unpacked their suitcases that week. Then one day when Edd returned home after sprinting from school he opened the door and found the house empty. There was a sticky note on the fridge…
We love you son,
We are proud of you,
Stay strong.
-Mère et Père
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Marie stretched languidly before resettling with a tired grumble. In many ways the woman was like a feline, breaking the laws of mass and somehow able to make a relatively small body take up the entire space of the couch and most of Edd’s torso. She had originally started nestled in the crook of her arm, but the restless sleeper that she was this quickly changed. Had it been anyone else, Edd would not have allowed for such things to happen.
They had been doing what they always did on Saturdays, though predictable it was entertaining. Across from where they were sprawled upon the couch a marathon of Game of Thrones was playing from recording, and by such a point in their obsession they could nearly recite every episode from memory. Honestly Edd had loathed the books with a vehement passion however he generally disliked most fiction of any form. At least when playing on a television screen he did not have to muddle through uneventful writing…
And so his mind wandered back two nights previous, when Kevin had invaded his house and informed him that it was unusual for Edd to enjoy things like baseball and Game of Thrones. The fact that he was being judged when in his own home had irked him, as was the truth of any length of time spent with a certain red-headed jock, and yet he could not deny that when their fighting turned to kissing he had felt something. Perhaps it was the building erection in Kevin’s pants, though perhaps there was some of his own excitement there.
He found himself frowning as he thought about their struggle and his own reaction towards it. Even at that moment he could remember the thrill that was the push and pull of bodies and the struggle for dominance, and even knowing that in a physical test of strength Kevin was superior they were still quite a close match. And yet finally when Edd at last gave in to the sexual desires that had somehow mingled with the aggravation in a pleasant way, Kevin backed off.
Edd once more frowned at this thought.
“What’re you so grumpy about?” Marie’s groggy voice interrupted Edd’s thought process. He looked down to examine her face, bored and curious all at the same time.
He shook his head, “Not grumpy, trying to consider the ramifications of not using a few drops of ox blood on the sheets to imitate the hymen being broken. That will come back to bite him.”
“You’re a bad liar.”
“I believe quite the contrary.” He stated simply, “Perhaps you are not as good at reading me as you assume.”
They both knew that this was quite untrue. Edd held her gaze for a moment before his face softened and the left side of his lips twisted up in a small smile, “Do not worry yourself about it Marie.”
She frowned, not accepting that answer. Slowly the woman shifted her weight and pressed down heavily on the swimmer’s chest, once more breaking the laws of nature in how such a small female could make herself weigh more or less by simply wanting to. “It’s Kevin isn’t it? He’s being an ass.”
Edd held her gaze and slowly nodded, “He is being quite stubborn, yes.”
“Kick his teeth in.”
Edd chuckled softly, “Oh I plan to if he crosses any lines.” He wondered on that. Had their encounter the other evening not been a line crossed? Perhaps, he thought, it had been a line nobody had dared to cross. Then again, perhaps only Kevin might cross that line…
“You’re doing it again.” Marie broke his concentration, “Edd, tell me what’s on your mind.”
There was a long pause, then he sighed, “Very well. After a particular altercation the other night during our tutoring session, we ended up in a rather…curious situation.”
A raised eyebrow begged the man continue on.
“We kissed.”
“…Oh…”
“A lot.” He amended.
“Was it good?”
Edd pondered this, “Curiously so I would say.”
She chuckled softly, “Well it makes sense.”
“In what way?”
“With how you two fight I’m not surprised that there’s a lot of pent up sexual frustration.” She stated, “But was it just kissing?”
He nodded, “It was a curious mixture of wrestling and ‘making out’ as one might call it. Quite aggressive. But thankfully yes, only kissing.” He briefly wondered what might have happened had Kevin tried anything else…
Marie grinned an evil grin and leaned in closer, “Wanna wash that taste out of your mouth?” She mused. She inched closer and Eddward shifted back.
“No thank you, I am perfectly alright with suffering through.”
“Oh come on handsome!” Her voice turned sing-song and she rolled her brows in such a manner that Edd found himself incapable of mimicking. “Just a little taste?”
He reached up and grabbed her jaw lightly and turned her head, “Oh look, I believe the new episode is beginning.” And then shifted so that she had to sit up and break their contact. Edd breathed a sigh of relief and the conversation lay dropped between them.
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Though his eyes stung with grogginess, Eddward’s body pumped with adrenaline. The sound of the door closing resonated through the house before he slowly turned to face the intruder. Kevin had dared to appear on his doorstep at such a God awful hour just to have what appeared to be some form of nervous breakdown regarding his sexuality.
He let his eyes fall on the red head who possessed a mixed look of trepidation and determination. “Now then,” he hissed, advancing towards Kevin, "You wanted a fight, it would be discourteous of me to not fulfill your desire…"
Kevin swallowed, Edd watched the slow bob of his Adam’s apple, but his eyes hardened, “I don’t want to fight.” He stated, then frowned as if he was unsure of what to say or even if he knew what he had come over for, “I came here to figure out what you did to me!”
Edd advanced at a slow prowl and Kevin took a step back and bumped into the wall. “What I did to you?” the swimmer asked, “And what exactly what did I do to you?”
“I’m not gay!” He stepped forward.
Edd lunged and Kevin let out a grunt when his back hit the door jamb and he held Kevin’s biceps in his hands, pinning him to the wall, “Are you not?” He asked, watching Kevin’s eyes slowly descend into shock. He tightened his grip, “Was our simple kiss the other night that important to you?”
Kevin struggled and squirmed lightly against Edd’s grip and his hands came up and reversed Edd’s hold by grabbing the swimmer’s arms. Edd was curious about Kevin’s thought process, about the mixed look in his eyes. He allowed Kevin some small control of the situation, allotted him power and watched a war raging just beneath the surface.
Slowly the man’s hands slid up Edd’s arms to his shoulders, then descended down towards his chest. Curiously those fingers were trailed after with a flare of heat, rose goosebumps on Edd’s flesh. However Kevin’s experiment was beginning to drag and the swimmer was quickly losing patience. He grabbed Kevin and pulled him away from the wall, slid one of his own ankles behind Kevin’s and pushed.
They had been turned in such a way that Kevin stumbled and flopped into the living room, staring up at Edd with surprise, “What was that for!”
Edd approached and stood at Kevin’s waist, lifting one foot to place it carefully on the fallen man’s chest, placing weight on his heel which dug into the jock’s sternum. Hands grappled with confusion at Edd’s ankle and he looked up once more with confused shock and lust.
“I don’t have time for your ridiculous games, Kevin.” He shot swiftly, “I am unsure what you are attempting by comin-” His words were cut off when suddenly Kevin flexed his stomach and curled up his waist, his legs hooked around Edd’s thigh and he pushed back quickly. Edd let out a rather undistinguished cry as he was thrown back so suddenly - he had momentarily forgotten Kevin had been on the wrestling team his sophomore year.
Before the swimmer had time to recover there was another body upon him, kissing him with fervor. He felt a prying tongue pressing at his lips and in an act of annoyance Edd took it between his teeth and bit down hard. There was a sharp hiss, however the action did not deter the red head and only seemed to drive him on further. Tongues tangled and arguments faded.
Edd reached up to shove the other off of him but had one of his hands captured and drawn around Kevin’s shoulders. Pressed flush together with renewed adrenaline he found himself curiously amused and perhaps even somewhat sexually stimulated. Kevin displayed a sense of dominance that the swimmer’s body seemed to respond well to.
Fingers were being shoved through Edd’s short hair and a shocking sense of peace and hesitancy washed through him. Ever since his incident, nobody was allowed to touch his head, not since the concussions, the scar. He could not allow himself to trust people - and yet those fingers brushed against his scalp in such a way that was relaxing, curled and pulled and the nails scraped the skin and Edd’s back arched and he let out the most feral purr.
Their kiss broke momentarily, “Just like that,” Kevin murmured against their lips, crushed together still. Edd let his purr taper off into a growl, however found that his fist was curled and balled in Kevin’s shirt no longer pushing at him but drawing him closer. “Come on Edd, I’m not gay but there’s something about you that I can’t seem to handle.”
Eddward felt himself breaking, his resolve crumbling. He contemplated a hundred ways to tell Kevin to fuck off yet instead let it be known another way as he arched up and demanded another kiss. He could not deny the pleasant flutters or how his skin seared where their bodies touched. It was a natural biological reaction, he thought, and yet it was not. What was wrong in his head that he felt aroused by someone actually coming to his home, attacking him and then pushing him into this position?
As his subconscious mulled this over, Kevin had been working his shirt off. At first Edd was prepared to object, but when bare flesh met his own against his chest all argument was lost in needless lust. Needless, Edd reminded himself, though his body certainly seemed not to care, as if his cerebellum had adopted this as its new autonomic function free of his conscious thought.
Their legs were tangled and slowly Edd’s rose and brushed up against Kevin’s rear, Kevin’s knee slid forward and pressed against Edd’s center. He was unable to help the brief little buck of his hips against the firm thigh between his legs, his grip tightened and they both sighed.
Moans were exchanged briefly, the kiss deepened further and Kevin’s hand slid behind Edd’s back. The fingers in his hair scratched the scalp and lightning arced down his spine and he let out a purring, groaning whine. “Fuck Edd!” Kevin’s voice was thick.
“What?” Edd mumbled between their rough kisses.
He did not receive an answer. From up the stairs he heard the chime of his telephone from within his room. Suddenly everything snapped back into perspective and he turned his head to the side and broke their kiss suddenly.
“Edd? What!?” Kevin was shoved aside as Edd rolled onto his feet and dashed up the stairs. Each ring of the phone made his mind narrow into a finer point of urgency until he burst into his room and literally dove across the bed to grab at his phone.
“Good morning Mother,” He let his tongue glide across the French words with such familiar ease as he tried his hardest not to sound overly anxious. It had been almost a week since he last heard from his parents, sometimes he went considerably longer.
“Oh good morning Eddward, I hope I did not wake you.” It was not uncommon of them to call at such early hours, it only ensured that Edd was home and that he was less likely to want to hold a long conversation.
“No mother,” he responded and shifted to sit on the side of the bed. All of the rest of the world was meaningless to him and the swimmer failed to even notice Kevin had come to stand in his doorway, “I was up early to get ready for practice.”
She hmmed, “I see. I hope your studies are going well. Have you received word back on any of your college applications? You did send those in right?”
His heart dropped into his stomach and he lowered his face into his hand, keeping the phone against his ear, “A-ah… No word yet mother, I will assuredly call and check in later today.”
“Be sure you do,” his mother spoke gently but there was a cutting undertone in her voice, “It’s hard enough getting into Harvard’s medical program, I would hate to have to see you go to Princeton.”
Edd sighed weakly, “I told you mother, I wish to attend Dartmouth for engineering. Biomedical, if that-”
“Eddward, we are doctors. You are a smart and independent young man but surely you must known that you should uphold our family’s legacy.” She sighed, “I really don’t want to get into it right now but just promise me no more of this nonsense. If you wish to study engineering you will be free to do so with your own money after you receive your medical degree.”
‘No, this is my decision!’ he wanted to say so desperately but the words choked in his throat and all he could manage was, “Yes mother. And how is father?”
“He’s in surgery at the moment, but he sends his love. How are your finances holding up?”
“Well mother. Will you be returning home to visit anytime soon?” He tried.
There was a pause, “I am unsure. Your father and I will have to return to Peach Creek in the next few months, we are making ready to sell the house once you leave for college. So we will at least visit before the end of your final semester.”
Edd’s jaw cinched. Business trips were not visits, he wanted to say but had little strength to, “I will look forward to it mother.” He said, managing to put a smile in his voice.
“Alright. Well I do not want to keep you from your practice Eddward. Study hard.”
“I shall, mother. I love you.” He tried.
“You too, goodbye.” The line died.
Edd waited a long moment before he lowered the phone and pressed the end button on his phone. When his hand fell away from his face and he looked up he was momentarily surprised to see Kevin standing in the threshold of his room, a look of confusion and concern on his face. The swimmer had to gather himself far faster than he normally could and stood up.
“You ok?” Kevin tried.
“I believe it is time you leave.” Edd said coldly. Their moment, whatever it had been, was broken. The spell shattered. When Kevin did not move Edd stood and took a step forward, “I said get out!” He barked sharply and Kevin flinched.
It was a rare moment of weakness. Edd had always been alone to let his wound coagulate before he had to return to himself once more. He often went to school early and dove into the pool before it was warmed, let the freezing waters make him forget everything but the burn of his muscles.
He watched Kevin retreat, remained motionless until he heard the door downstairs close with a click. The house was empty, dark and hollow.
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