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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 Nine:
Edd always listened to classical music on the days of his swim meets. Anyone who knew anything about the swimmer stayed quite clear of the shark, even Marie. Today was a good day for Bach in Eddward’s mind, the building tempo of his symphonies reverberated through every bone and muscle in his body. He listened between classes, sometimes even during class when the material was boring enough.
The point was to drown out everything but the thought of the water, to cancel out any thoughts that might distract him during the meet. The objective was to think only of the water…the coldness of its grasp, the smell of chlorine that would cling to his body long after he had won, to focus on how his muscles would burn so elegantly.
Yet the left side of his face felt warm where a hand had held it, his lips still tingled slightly from the memory of the soft pad of the jock’s thumb. His body still trembled lightly with the need to feel the body beneath him work against his own, to fight and struggle.
He was not meant to think of the feel of Kevin’s muscles flexing beneath his fingers, or how strong the athlete was to match his own physique. He could not bring himself to think of how empty he felt, how he craved to be filled by only one.
Edd was above his damned hormones!
Perhaps Bach was too romantic for that day. He took his iPod and flipped his play list to reflect his mood, a collection of rock opera by his beloved ES Posthumus. The heavy beat sank into his mind and he finally found the trance he had been looking for, though perhaps a little more aggressive than he had originally hoped.
He abandoned his sixth period as he always did on game days and found himself spending extra time on the treadmill to get his muscles burning properly. He wore weights on his wrists to help with this, reveled in the ache. When the final school bell rang and he turned off the machine and pulled out his ear buds he felt an overwhelming sense of confidence.
He was grinning as he walked into the locker room, he felt like a caged panther who had been pacing all week just waiting…waiting impatiently for his cage to be opened.
Edd didn’t hear his teammates, he got into his suit, put on his cap and goggles and rolled his shoulders as he went out to meet hisB competition. Many swimmers wore robes or shorts to hide themselves until it was time to get in the water, but Edd loved to show off his body, he was damn proud of it. He was proud of the looks he got from friends and foes alike, how he could look at his competition and see them look away in shame.
Sex couldn’t hold a candle to the feeling Edd got right before a meet. The adrenaline he felt pulsing through his veins, the high he got from the thought of putting his competition to shame. Though his altercations with Kevin could come close, the push and pull of he and the jock was quite rewarding in its own right.
Before he realized that he had been spacing out the buzzer rang to announce the first round. Edd’s skin prickled with goosebumps that had nothing to do with the meet. He was not scheduled to go until the third round, that was when the Captains were to face off.
Oliver was in the first round. Edd watched the round with muted interest; Oliver was good for bursts of speed but his stamina was greatly lacking. He finished with a rather poor time.
Hector came up next. He was almost as good as Eddward himself, he was strong and aggressive and self-sustaining. He didn’t need to be harassed like the rest of the team in order to maintain his standing. He finished with an admirable time.
Finally…
Edd’s round came up, he felt the rush beginning to boil beneath his skin. He stepped up to the edge of the pool, listened to the muted sound of the water lapping against the side of the pool, smelled the chlorine. His competition, the other captains, was exhilarating, although he knew and they knew that they stood little chance. Perhaps he was cocky? He had every right to be.
The bell rang he took to the water like he truly belonged there, because he did. The cold sting surrounded him, enveloped him and cut off the sounds of the world around him. His muscles snapped to the correct stroke and by the time he resurfaced he was off like a bullet. Unlike Oliver he had stamina along with burst. He reveled in the sensation of his burning muscles, the feeling of his heart hammering was exhilarating as he pushed his body to its limits.
His secret was that he didn’t care who was in the lead. Yes when the final bell rang he was excited to know that he had indeed won, however he otherwise ignored his competition until that point.
This pain was controlled. This pain was welcomed. This isolation was embraced. When he was in the water he was in charge of everything around him, it was a God complex that gave him a mental high. The classes in school lacked cerebral challenge, the mundane and often aggravating stigma of social drama was droll and pointless, there was only one thing that Eddward was confident that he could enjoy.
The final lap was finished. He pulled his head out of the water and saw that he had finished with more than enough space between him and everyone else. A solid, unquestioned win.
He hauled himself out of the pool with his body buzzing in joy. His muscles trembled from exertion, his skin was rough with goosebumps from the cold. It was all wonderful.
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Eddward was feeling such a high from his victory that once he donned his regular clothes he paused on the way to his car. He could hear the announcer in the distance for the baseball game - must have been a home game. He checked the time, five forty-five. Normally he would have gone home to wash the chlorine from his skin and hair, but…
A promise was a promise…
The first thing he noticed as he sidled out to the field was how utterly disgusting it was. It made his skin crawl… A glance up at the score board told him that Kevin’s team was down three points in the forth inning. His team was up to bat and Eddward watched for a moment as the opposing team’s pitcher struck the batter out.
Edd made his way over to the bleachers, half hiding beneath them (mostly because bleachers were filthy and he refused to sit on them). Kevin came up to bat next, but Eddward immediately noticed that he lacked the usual confidant bravado he normally had.
Kevin seemed almost distracted. He missed the first pitch completely, the second was a foul ball. Edd snorted and rolled his eyes, he was certain that he could hit a ball better than that.
The third pitch, however, Kevin struck the ball with a vengeance. He was off and running to the roar of the crowd and he turned while running to flash them a thumbs up. The athlete’s eyes caught Edd’s and they held gazes for a moment before Kevin’s lips twisted up in a grin and he took off faster than before.
“Whoa! There’s something I never expected to see - what’re you doin’ here Double-D?” Nazz’s voice was something Edd was not entirely expecting, however when he thought about it, it made sense. She was Kevin’s closest friend, of course she would be at his game.
“I would appreciate if you did not call me that.” Edd said flatly, not bothering to look up at the woman who had come running up to him with a little paper bowl of nachos.
She smirked knowingly, “So what’re you doin’ out here?”
Edd finally looked over, caught the smirk and openly scowled at her, “After I had such a successful meet I figured there was no better way of keeping myself in a wonderful mood than to come out and watch Kevin be crushed.” He looked back up at the score board.
“Ouch, that’s pretty mean Double-D.” The woman said as she popped a nacho into her mouth.
“Don’t call me that. And I am certain that by now you have gathered that I am not a nice person.”
She huffed, “Yes you are.” She stated with certainty, “You just hide behind that asshole persona. You think that a leather jacket and boots are a shield and knowing that everyone fears you means you won’t get hurt anymore.”
“I assume you’re taking psychology?”
“Second year running!”
“I hate psychology students, they think that a few semesters of remedial social study makes them as good as a therapist who spent eight years in college. The fact of the matter is that you know nothing, but with the illusion of education beneath your belt you feel confident enough to talk out of your ass and have convinced yourself that it is truth. The fact of the matter, Nazz, is that you know absolutely nothing about me and you only want me to be the same ‘Double-D’ you knew as a child because otherwise you have to mourn his passing and accept that I am genuinely who I assert myself to be.” He sneered at her, baring his teeth, “Don’t flatter yourself with false bravado, Nazz.”
Behind that sneer Eddward was grinning because he could see that his barbs had sunk in deep. The woman was glaring at him now and he could see a physical tremble, “Wow, that was unnecessarily harsh.” She spat vehemently.
“I told you not to address me by such a ridiculous name. You brought it upon yourself.”
“Whatever Double-Dick.” She stormed off to the bleachers, openly fuming.
Edd chuckled to himself, because if he didn’t find it amusing then he might be upset with himself that he had hurt someone who he used to have such high respect for. Someone that he might actually still have respect for. He sighed and returned his attention to the game.
Eddward’s presence seemed to have kindled something within Kevin. His team shaped up and stopped the gap between their points and slowly began to close it. However as the end of the seventh and final inning (for a High School game), they were still down by one point. The bitter taste of defeat washed over the crowd as the two teams lined up to show their good sportsmanship before leaving.
Kevin appeared aggravated as he shook the other captain’s hand then turned to storm off of the field. Eddward knew that there would be no party that night for the baseball team, he knew that Kevin would be in quite a foul mood. This amused him.
He slunk away from the field and back to his car.
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Under normal circumstances Edd would have gone home and showered to clean his skin of the chlorine before it got irritating, then he would set about dissecting a book he would be studying for that weekend. Likely something involving thermodynamics, a subject which he had lately found to be quite fascinating. However that night was not a normal night. He was feeling so elated from his successful meet and so cocky after having watched Kevin lose his game that he wanted nothing more than to push his luck as far as it would go.
And so, smelling of chlorine, he waited patiently for the familiar rumble of Kevin’s bike. It was nine thirty when the baseball captain rolled up and pulled into his driveway. Edd felt himself grinning as he stood from where he had been sitting on the step of his porch and ambled across the street.
Kevin had long since killed the engine, but remained straddling his bike as he held his helmet between his hands. Ass Edd approached he could hear the deep breathing the other was doing, trying to keep himself from getting too angry.
Well now Eddward simply couldn’t stand for that!
“I have to say, defeat is a good look on you.” The swimmer purred as he stood back several feet from the bike. “Rather humbling, I would say.” He continued on when Kevin didn’t immediately respond.
“The fuck do you want?” the ginger finally snapped, slamming his helmet onto his handlebars before he dismounted swiftly. Edd could once more see that his needling had sunk in.
Edd lifted his chin and let his shoulders fall back as a lazy smirk formed over his lips, “Me? I wanted to see that handsome face twisted with the bitter disdain of failure.”
Perhaps he had pushed too hard, he realized, as he watched Kevin’s green eyes flicker with genuine hate. “Fuck off Edd, I’m not in the mood.” He turned and started making his way to his door.
But Edd was faster. He loved seeing Kevin knocked down a few pegs but to see no fight in his eyes was rather annoying. So Edd pinned him to his garage door, saw just the smallest hint of surprise in the man’s eyes as the swimmer loomed over him with his best shark-like grin, “Really? Well I certainly wasn’t in the mood when you showed up on my doorstep at four in the morning but I seemed to have made an exception.”
“The difference is that you’re just being a dick.” Kevin spat. There was no shove, no fight. He just glared up at Edd with a look of disdain.
Edd snorted, “Perhaps, only because seeing your reaction is so priceless. Who knew the great Kevin Barr was such a sore loser.”
That finally seemed to do it. Kevin snarled and punched at Edd’s chest, shoved him back several feet then jumped forward and grabbed the swimmer’s jacket, swung him around and slammed him back against the garage door with a loud bang, “Shut the fuck up!” Kevin’s anger exploded out in a brilliant display that cause those green eyes to light up in such a satisfying way, “You’re such a fucking asshole you know that?”
The swimmer felt his lips pulling up in a malicious grin before he leaned forward, hand coming up to knock Kevin’s hat aside as his fingers tangled in the man’s red hair. He pressed a hard, rough kiss to the athlete’s lips, growling into it. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, nothing at all gentle about it as the two fought for command and dominance; the swimmer with his confidence from his earlier victory and the jock with his need to redeem himself after a loss. Edd bit Kevin’s lip hard and was rewarded with a renewed shove into the metal of the garage door, a body pressing closer to his own.
When they finally broke they were both panting and gasping for air, glaring at each other as they waited for the other to make a move. Edd finally chuckled softly, “Yes.”
Kevin frowned, “Yes what?”
“I know I’m an asshole.”
This time Kevin smirked, there was a challenge in his eyes again that was kindling a fire in Edd’s stomach.
Edd leaned in, the two teased at what appeared to be another kiss for a moment but in reality Edd was looking for an opportunity to bite. Finally he whispered, “Meet me at my house in twenty minutes. Bring a condom.”
He shoved Kevin off of him and straightened up before he started back towards his house. Just for added effect he whistled a soft tune to himself as he shoved his hands in his pockets.
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