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Swallow The Moon	By : GhostHelwig Category: +1 through F > Ed, Edd, and Eddy Views: 9539 -:- 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 don’t own or profit from Ed, Edd N Eddy or “All Of This” – the Eds belong to the Cartoon Network, the song belongs to Blink 182 & Robert Smith (my personal idol). Rated R for sexual situations, foul language, and violence in other chapters. Say it with me now – a slash story. Clear?
Thanks once more to darthelwig for the inspiration, and for helping me with a very important flavor...
Thanks also to someone named Neko-Chan for leaving me a very lovely review telling me that my stories are appreciated. I would have thanked you personally if I could have.
On to the story. Peace, all.
Wanting
Two weeks gone. Double D had been two weeks gone.
“With all of this I know now...”
Outside it was raining; it had been for a while. But inside Eddy’s room there was only heat.
“Everything inside of my head...”
He moved over the body in his bed, hips pistoning, lips kissing, tongue darting out to lick sweaty, hot skin. Beneath him, his lover cried out, legs locking around his hips and back arching up off the bed. Eddy grabbed the sharp hipbones, pushing his lover down into the mattress as he listened almost uninterestedly to the moans and sighs and gasps, even little screams, that echoed up at him.
“It all just goes to show how...”
“E-Eddy,” a sweet voice moaned. “Oh, God, Eddy.”
“Nothing I know changes me at all.”
If that had been the voice he wanted to hear he would’ve come just from hearing those low, husky moans. As it was, his hips just kept moving, moving.
“Again...”
Arms wrapped around him, fingers clenched in the skin of his back. He remembered fingernails from two weeks ago, fingers painfully clutching in the most pleasurable way as a different voice let out choking, almost suffering moans in his ears.
“I wait for this to change instead...”
He’d moved on as best he could, in the best way he knew how. So soon he assumed the pain would just have to end, because he had moved on.
But it just stayed. A full week of moving on already behind him, and the pain just stayed.
“To tear the world in two...”
One final deep thrust, and the body beneath his convulsed in orgasm, bringing him to completion with the rhythmic shuddering of the tight heat surrounding him. He stayed leaning on his arms as the orgasm faded, not wanting to crush his lover, but Nazz reached up, pulling him down to her for a long, deep kiss.
“Another night with her...”
She’d come to him three days ago, to talk, offering a shoulder to cry on because she thought he and Double D had had a falling out over his best friend’s dubious sexuality. If she only knew.
What he didn't know was why she had come to him and not Double D. Surely dealing with an impromptu coming out party would be far more traumatic than any of the things she knew he’d gone through.
But she’d come to him, she’d kissed him, and now, again, she was here, beneath him. And that was what he’d always wanted, right? Nazz, in his arms, in his bed, beautiful and naked and aroused and willing, he had no idea why she was so willing – but she was there, and that was what he wanted, wasn’t it? She was what he’d always wanted.
“But I’m always wanting you.”
Only she wasn’t. Not anymore. Her appeal to him now was the same as any old crush – it felt... almost quaint. Like reading a yearbook decades old, he could look back, he could remember – but the depth of the feeling had gone. Some part of him, the ‘angry straight guy’ he knew he carried around, bristled at this loss, but that was just too bad.
She dressed, not hastily but still quickly, seemingly embarrassed now that their labors were over. She always was. Eddy assumed it meant that he embarrassed her, that sleeping with him shamed her, but he didn’t really care to know. He didn’t really care at all.
But he opened his door for her, stepped outside with her, and was about to give her a goodbye kiss on the cheek when he heard her call out a hesitant greeting.
“Hi Double D!”
“Use me Holly...”
Eddy froze, then finally turned. Double D was staring at him.
“Come on and use me.”
Double D was holding himself funny, standing in the rain with both arms wrapped around his middle. He was soaked to the marrow, his clothes sticking to him like a second skin, ever-present hat drooping on his head. He’d probably just been crossing Eddy’s backyard to get around the cul-de-sac (though why when there were easier ways Eddy wasn’t sure), but now he stood stock-still, staring at Eddy and Nazz with ever-widening eyes.
“We know where we go.”
Eddy watched Double D watching him, feeling strangely embarrassed and ashamed, as though he’d been caught cheating. But he hadn’t been cheating – he and Double D were long over. (Two weeks gone, his mind reminded him. Two weeks gone.)
So why did Double D look so... crestfallen?
“Use me Holly...”
For Double D, it was as though the bottom had dropped out of his stomach; he was falling, but he wasn’t going anywhere. He was suddenly heartbroken, it was evident on his face, but if asked he wouldn’t have been able to properly explain why, even in the unlikely event that he had wanted to.
Nazz, sensing something but not knowing what it was (and cherishing her ignorance), muttered a goodbye to Eddy and left, knowing only that he and Double D obviously needed time alone. Not that it would’ve mattered had she stayed; both her departure and her very presence had gone unnoticed. Nazz had ceased to exist for both boys once they locked eyes.
“Come on and use me.”
Eddy wanted to say something, to invite Double D in, to at least ask why his former lover looked so pale and drawn. But as they stared, as Eddy watched Double D’s heart continue to crack behind his eyes, all he could do was flee.
He went back into his room and closed the door.
“We go where we know.”
Outside, Double D stood very still as the rain pounded down on him. He didn’t know it, but after leaning back against the door to take a few stabilizing breaths (it was amazing how shaky seeing someone he’d seen every day for the majority of his life could make him) Eddy peeked out his window to watch him – and what he saw disturbed him deeply.
Double D, high-strung, health-conscious Double D, just stood in the rain watching his house. He was shivering, shaking in a way that suggested far more than the cold was getting to him, but even though he risked sickness he simply stood, and stared. Eddy wondered if he was crying.
But before he could work up the nerve to even consider going outside again, he saw Double D’s slender shoulders lift and fall in a soft sigh. Then he left.
“With all of this I feel now...”
It was still raining hours later. Though it was past Hour="0">midnight, Eddy couldn’t stay confined in his room any longer. He walked to Ed’s, deliberately not looking around the cul-de-sac. He’d wondered all day where the big lug was, half-hoping he’d been with Double D; but if Double D’s sad, solo appearance in his backyard was any indication, he hadn’t been.
He could see flickering light pooling on the ground by Ed’s basement window, and as Eddy leaned down to peer in he suddenly knew what had been occupying Ed this day.
“Everything inside of my heart...”
Ed was sitting on his dirty old armchair, Sarah curled in his lap. The television was on, and Eddy could vaguely hear the familiar screams and shrieks of a low-budget monster movie playing. Stunned, he sat back on his heels.
Ed and Sarah, bonding? It was... inconceivable.
But as he gave it more thought he was forced to revise his opinion, because he thought he knew why Sarah was here.
After all, after getting his heart broken by Double D, there was nothing Eddy would’ve liked more than to be comforted by Ed.
“It all just seems to be how...”
He left Ed to his sister, turning away with a small sigh. Against his will he glanced at Double D’s house. His bedroom light was on. Eddy couldn’t help himself; he stared, entranced.
“Nothing I feel pulls at me at all.”
Double D appeared briefly, as though summoned by Eddy’s blatant stare. His arms were still wrapped around his belly, and though the light streaming from behind him cast him into shadows Eddy found himself thinking that even Double D’s silhouette was strangely graceful... strangely beautiful.
“Again...”
He pulled himself out of his adoring thoughts, slowly and deliberately turning away from the window. He’d never get over this if he kept allowing himself to slip back into it.
“I wait for this...”
Two weeks and a day, he woke in the morning thinking. Two weeks and a day gone.
“...to pull apart...”
When he went to Ed’s later on Double D was already there, looking just as pale and almost sickly as the day before. In fact, as Eddy subtly scrutinized him in sullen silence, he thought perhaps Double D looked even worse. Eddy wanted to chastise him for not taking better care of himself, it was on his lips to do so, but he knew his protective instincts (when had he even developed those? No need to ask why) had to be curbed. It wasn’t his right anymore.
But he wanted to say, to speak, to hold and understand. He wanted.
“...to break my time in two...”
They couldn’t keep doing this, spending time together for Ed’s sake. Or at least, Eddy couldn’t. It was just too much to bear.
With a reluctant sigh he stood to leave, having been there for all of five minutes. Double D’s eyes rose from the floor to his face, guilt raging in the darkness of his gaze. Eddy wanted to speak, to assuage the obvious self-blame, but his tongue was glued to the roof of his abruptly dry mouth. Even Ed’s evident distress couldn’t loosen his lips.
He spun on his heel and left. Without a word.
“Another night with her...”
It was easy to find a warm body for his bed that night; too easy. One might think the nameless boy in his room, in his arms, actually cared for him, with how easy it was to bed him.
One would be wrong.
“But I’m always wanting you.”
Two weeks and two days. He rolled over, sleepily annoyed by the feel of unknown flesh rubbing against his own. This skin was too rough, too hairy. Double D’s skin was always smooth as silk, as milk, and to his mortification he’d remained nearly hairless since adolescence...
Suddenly Eddy was wide awake and viciously hungry – but not for food.
“Use me Holly...”
They stayed in bed most of the day, then Eddy walked the still-nameless young man out to his car so he could drive him back to the club he’d picked him up at. As he was unlocking the car door he felt eyes boring into his back, and he turned to look.
The ghost that forever haunted him was standing all the way across the otherwise deserted cul-de-sac, by his front door, staring at him.
“Come on and use me.”
Eddy hurriedly got in the car, feeling sick. Why did Double D have to see him like this? And why did it make him feel so guilty when he did?
“We know where we go.”
On the ride home a new emotion rose in Eddy – anger. If Double D wanted him he shouldn’t have left him. And what he really shouldn’t be doing was staring at Eddy all the time with those wide, innocent eyes of his, eyes that could cut much deeper than any knife.
“Use me Holly...”
Damn Double D for leaving, for getting involved with him at all.
“Come on and use me.”
And damn Double D’s beautiful eyes, damn them to hell.
“We go where we know.”
And especially he damned himself, for still wishing Double D had stayed.
“She’s all I need.”
Nazz came to visit him again that night. He didn’t ask why, he didn’t question; he didn’t care to. And this time he avoided the always awkward preliminaries by simply kissing her once she closed his door. Time to get Double D out of his head and heart once and for all.
“She’s all I dream.”
He kissed down her neck, left little patches of wetness on her sleek skin. She tasted like peaches. God, he hated peaches. He preferred a light, fresh honeysuckle...
“She’s all I’m always wanting.”
He blew lightly on the skin his lips had made wet, and she shivered violently. Double D had always liked that, but he responded by trembling just a little, always holding back, always trying to stay in control, to not embarrass himself...
“She’s all I need.”
Best not to think about all that, though. In fact, best not to think at all.
He stripped off Nazz’s upper clothing, not stopping until she was completely topless. He bent his head to her breasts, trying his best not to think, not to notice how these nipples were a dusky pink, not the pale rose he so dearly loved...
“She’s all I dream.”
Why was he having such a hard time anyway? Nazz had always been his dream girl, and she was here, and for whatever her unknown reasons she was willing. So why was making love to her so hard?
“She’s all...”
She was moaning, writhing, clutching at his back as he licked, sucked, kissed down her belly. He tried to care, to be moved.
“I’m always wanting you.”
As he began undoing her pants he wondered what he was doing here.
“I’m always wanting you.”
Two weeks, three days gone. Eddy stared blindly up at his ceiling, feeling Nazz’s sleeping body shift beside him. Two weeks, three days gone.
“I’m always wanting you.”
He saw Double D again that day, at Nazz’s annual Fourth of July celebration. They stared at each other across the yard, loud rock music blaring in their ears, the irony of seeing each other again at another of Nazz’s parties lost on neither.
“Use me Holly.”
Eddy was surprised Double D had even shown up to this party – after the tragedy that was the last one, in Double D’s place he wouldn’t have had the guts to show up to another so soon (or possibly ever again).
But then, Double D had always had more courage than he did.
“Come on and use me.”
Look at the way Double D had handled being kind of ‘out’ed – he’d been more worried about Eddy than himself, been concerned for Eddy’s feelings at the expense of his reputation. He’d stood firm in the face of the scorn of all their friends, not even looking their way to acknowledge their disdain; his gaze never left Eddy even when he looked away.
“We know where we go.”
But then, he never really saw anyone besides Eddy-
And, of course, Ed.
“Use me Holly.”
Double D looked so... beautiful. He was standing off to the side, obviously apart, obviously uncomfortable, and though he still looked pale, and fragile as glass, and almost sick, somehow he still remained heartbreakingly lovely.
“Come on and use me.”
Even Nazz, openly acknowledged goddess of the cul-de-sac, could not hold a candle to Double D’s beauty. It drew Eddy in, so much so that when Double D went inside Nazz’s house to use her restroom, Eddy waited a covert few minutes, then followed him.
“We go where we know.”
He entered the bathroom without knocking, pausing inside the door. Double D was at the sink, hat tossed haphazardly on the closed toilet seat, dark hair dangling around him. For a moment, he just kept splashing water on his face, though by the stiffening of his spine Eddy knew Double D was aware of his presence.
Then he looked up, his eyes locking with Eddy’s in the mirror above the sink.
Without a word Eddy closed the door and locked it.
“She’s all I need.”
Eddy was on Double D within seconds. Lips sought, and found, and kissed eagerly, hungrily, desperately.
“She’s all I dream.”
Eddy felt hands tugging at the zipper of his pants, knew his own fingers were yanking Double D’s down, no time for finesse, no time for the yes-no-maybe of their usual sexual encounters, no time for anything but mouths and sweat and skin.
“She’s all I’m always wanting.”
Double D’s hat got knocked to the floor as he was laid none-too-gently across the toilet lid. The angle was wrong, everything was uncomfortable, not even Eddy was short enough (particularly after his late adolescent growth spurt) to make this work – but he spread his legs, ignoring the ache in his abdomen, and readied himself despite knowing all that.
“She’s all I need.”
Somehow Eddy had the presence of mind to hurriedly lube up with liquid soap before pulling Double D’s legs onto his shoulders and entering him.
“She’s all I dream.”
Eddy couldn’t breathe without gasping, couldn’t think without feeling and wondering and marveling. And beneath him, Double D was making the strangest sounds, half-pleasure, half-pain.
But when Eddy made a move to pull out, Double D’s slender arms wrapped around him, dragged him closer.
”She’s all...”
The amount of clothes still between them was absolutely loathsome. Eddy wanted to feel Double D’s smooth-sweet skin sliding along his, wanted to at least have a lick of one pink nipple.
But when his hand went to the hem of Double D’s red shirt, he was caught between two sweaty palms that lifted his hand to open, wet lips for a series of teasing kisses.
“I’m always wanting you.”
With all the lovers he’d had since deciding to force himself to move on, nothing had felt as good as this, no one’s touch and breath and graceful movement had driven him to the brink faster.
“At all...”
Eddy was trying to hold on, to find some sort of hold in the wild, dizzying haze of pleasure so he could wait for Double D. But as his heat-glazed eyes passed over Double D’s pleasure-wracked face, he thought maybe he wouldn’t have to hold back for very long.
“Again...”
Denied the feel of his skin, Eddy leaned in to plant hot, demanding kisses all over Double D’s flushed face and long, slender neck. He was so enraptured that he mistook the jerk when he pressed his body against sensitive, aching flesh as a silent plea for more, and he thrust even deeper with a small moan.
“I wait for this...”
Double D arched up, stifling a cry behind his teeth as he came. Eddy followed seconds later, teeth clamping down on the honeysuckle skin of his lover’s shoulder in an uncontrollable reaction to the fierce waves of ecstasy rolling through his body.
“To fill the hole...”
They dressed in silence, Eddy’s heart stopping when Double D gracefully bent to retrieve his hat from the floor. Washing up together, Eddy watched Double D in the mirror, noting the bruised eyelids, the inability to meet his gaze. Something was obviously wrong, something more than their fractured relationship, though neither of them acknowledged it aloud. It made Eddy wonder. Had he hurt Double D so badly that Double D couldn’t trust him anymore, couldn’t confide in him? Had he screwed up so badly that their friendship was ruined? Was it really all over, all of it?
“To shake the sky in two.”
As he watched Double D kindly but firmly disregard Ed’s pleading and leave the party, he tried to tell himself that it might not all be his fault, that Double D might not just be upset because of him.
But he didn’t believe it.
“Another night with her...”
He watched Nazz flirt with Kevin, watched with dull eyes as she shot a surreptitious, studying glance his way. Did she think to make him jealous? The boy who would’ve reacted that way over her was long dead, while the man that boy had become could only offer up a vague disgust at her lame attempt to test her own power over him. Double D would never do something like that, would never deliberately mess with his emotions just to evaluate his own standing...
But Double D would never really be with him again, either.
“I’m always wanting you.”
He was under no delusions about that – hurried sex in a friend’s bathroom altered nothing, saved nothing. All it had done was remind Eddy of all he had lost.
He turned away from Nazz and Kevin, completely missing the concerned, begging look Ed was giving him with his large, puppy-dog eyes. If Nazz was going to be that way, fine – he could find anyone to warm his bed that night, it didn’t really matter who it was. He thought he’d look for a boy, though; a boy with long, dark, silky hair and skin that tasted of honeysuckle...
“Another night with her...”
Ed watched Eddy go, as he had watched Double D go, and in that moment he very nearly stumbled upon the truth. But he got distracted, he so easily got distracted, and the answer eluded him once more.
But there was someone else, someone the answer did not elude, someone who watched as Ed watched, someone who knew as Ed did not.
And that someone silently, secretly seethed.
“But I’m always wanting you.”
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