Author's Note- This story is the baby of not one author, but two. Mysticlynx (her) and GhostHelwig (me). Each chapter will be written by just one of us, but all plot points, etc., belong to us both. This chapter, obviously, is mine. Because I'm the idiot who drew the short straw.
Disclaimer- Mysticlynx and I (GhostHelwig) do not own or profit from Ed, Edd N Eddy. We are simply in need of a great deal of mental help.
Rated R for sexual situations, violence, slash, blah, blah, blah. You've heard it all before, I'm sure. So onward and upward and forward, my friends! Enjoy!
Peace, all.
To Wish, Perchance To Ed
Chapter One
by Ghost Helwig
He didn't know where he was, yet he knew he'd been there many times before.
It was all so familiar. The brick fireplace before him, the cold cabin all around him, the stillness of the air – he knew this place. And more than that, he loved this place.
He knew he was waiting, too, that he'd been waiting for a long time, though he could not recall why. But he was waiting, waiting for someone...
The door opened, letting in the bitter cold of the outside air, but somehow he was suddenly warm...
"Geez, Double D, what are you, a polar bear?" Oh, he knew that voice, that chastising, teasing tone... "Light a fire, for Pete's sake."
"But its warm here, Eddy," he whispered.
Arms wrapped around him from behind, pulled him close, as soft, warm lips brushed his ear. "It's warm now," that same voice, gentler now, murmured to him, and he smiled.
Not knowing why, he found himself speaking, wishing he wasn't even as he did so. "I thought I'd never recover from having to abandon our home," he began haltingly, not wanting to disturb the peace that surrounded them, not even understanding his own words, "but I really love it here. Just us and the forest, with only Ed knowing where we are..."
That hot mouth captured his earlobe, sucked on it a bit before responding. "I like it here, too," Eddy said simply. "I like being here with you."
Oh yes, it was very warm here.
Double D turned his head to capture that mouth with his own, losing himself in the pleasure, the warm liquid life flooding his veins at the hot touch of those lips on his. The candlelight flickered steadily lower as they kissed, and kissed...
Shadows played over the wall, changing, falling away. Lights from outside were shining into their haven, but both boys were too caught up in their leisurely kissing to notice...
A rock flew through the window, shattering it, spraying them both with glass. They sprang apart, then with horrified glances at each other turned as one to the broken window.
Shouts were suddenly going up outside, angry yells and jeers and cries. Neither boy was naive enough to believe for a moment that those shouts were in their defense. When the yells increased in volume, the words confirmed their deepest fears.
"Abominations!"
"How dare you defy the Good Lord and his teachings!"
"Catamites! You'll burn in hell!"
"Repent now for your sins!"
"You'll burn in hell!"
Double D knew what was coming, suddenly, and flung his arms around Eddy as bits of glass tumbled down to the floor around them.
An orange-bright glow was growing outside, and without a word Eddy placed his hand on the back of Double D's head, turning Double D's face away.
Another window was broken when someone flung a torch through it. All too soon more torches were flying in the broken windows, Double D could hear them crackling, and the sound was the same as insane laughter to his terrified ears. He threw back his head and screamed-
And woke up tangled in his bedcovers, sweat-soaked, teary-eyed, and shaking.
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He didn't sleep any more that night. He couldn't. Every time he shut his eyes he remembered, not the yelling or the flames or the fear, but the feel of Eddy's lips on his, half-devouring, half-caressing. Who knew Eddy could kiss with such gentle, burning passion...?
But what was he thinking? He hadn't kissed Eddy, no matter how real it had felt at the time...
And he wouldn't even want to kiss Eddy. How could he overlook that simple fact? He and Eddy were just friends...
Double D buried his head in his pillow, inhaling the sweet scent of clothes soap and trying to slow the incessant pounding of his own heart. He was being silly about this, he really was... Dreams were nothing more than random synapses firing in the sleeping brain... Though it was true that they could affect your everyday life, it was only if you let them, which was something he would most certainly not be doing... How childish he was being, to let a simple dream affect him so deeply...
But even knowing that couldn't keep him from blushing at the thought of what Eddy would say if he knew.
Would Eddy be disgusted? Annoyed? Indifferent? If he somehow discovered that Double D had had a... slightly erotic... dream about him, would he even react at all?
Knowing Eddy, he'd probably freak and get swiftly over it when something more interesting (like a new scam, or Nazz) came along. And that thought was strangely comforting.
Besides, Double D could always tell him that the dream was caused by reading one too many historical novels before bed – and it undoubtedly was. The curse of being an avid reader; his imagination was hopelessly askew by now. It was almost as bad as reading Ed's crazy comics...
But that place in his dream had felt so familiar... so cozy... so like a home. In ways Double D was uncomfortable acknowledging, it had felt more like a home than the house he was lying awake in...
As his mind began to lose its coherency, settling into the slow haze of exhaustion he would remain in until daylight touched his bedroom, he found himself idly wondering what Eddy was dreaming about at this very moment. A new scam, maybe, or a romantic day with Nazz... Certainly Eddy was dreaming of anything but him...