I'm incredibly bored so I'm writing a story where Sarah and Jimmy start another rich club and finally let the Ed boys join in.

!WARNING!-Yaoi (BoyxBoy) hints.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ED, EDD N EDDY, OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS, IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FORM. ENJOY!

The weather felt quite warm as the children of the culdesac piled into Sarah's backyard for another roleplay game. Everyone had dressed to the nines, whatever that meant, in everything from fake jewelry and crowns to kitchen utensils. Sarah wore her red hair in a high ponytail and adorned herself with her mother's pearl necklace and a pair of fake diamond earrings she'd received for Christmas, completing the look with her mother's dress and heels.

Jimmy chose a more casual look with a sky blue sweater, tan khaki pants and white jacket tied over the neck. With his hair swept over one eye, he looked like a proper little rich boy. Nazz chose a more classic approach with a long yellow gown and sparkling golden crown resting over a scarf she had wrapped around her head. She wore a pair of white rhinestone shades, a white shawl over her shoulders and carried a makeshift parasol around. Kevin wore nothing but a sash with 'Sir Kevin' written on it, a stipulation of Sarah's if he wanted to join the game this time.

Rolf, as anyone would expect of him, wore different types of meats from head to toe, the look completed with sausage links wrapped around his neck. Despite the stupidity of the look, he seemed quite proud as he dubbed himself 'The Duke of Delimeats'. Johnny and Plank wore only a colander and a pot on their heads but seemed quite content with their looks.

Sarah looked around at her friends, quite satisfied with the turnout. This time, things should run much smoother. At least she hoped. It had been a couple years since the last time they played this game and the culdesac kids were now in high school, each between the ages of fifteen and sixteen. Some might say they were too old for such a childish little game, but she'd punch anyone who said so. Jimmy loved to play make-believe and as long as he's happy, she's happy.

Looking to the fence door, she checked the faux gold watch on her wrist. She had wanted to go about her little game without the Eds, but was encouraged by Nazz to let them join. They should be here any...The door slammed open and her brother, along with Double D, stepped inside, both wearing their versions of suits. Pulling a trumpet from behind his back, Double D gave a quick fanfare. "May I introduce...Eddy McRich!"

And then Eddy came strutting forward in a bright purple suit and feathered fedora. Likely another of his older brother's ridiculous ensembles. "Hello, my fellow members! Isn't it a splendid day for the rich?"

Sarah rolled her eyes and marched over to them. "I'm doing this as a favor to Lady Nazz. If you mess anything up, I'll shove my fist down your throats!"

The three gulped, taking her seriously. These two years had done a lot to physically mature the kids in the culdesac. Sarah was now both a little taller and much stronger than she once was. When she threatened to maim you, you definitely took it seriously. Double D gave a convincing half smile. "Duly noted, Countess Sarah."

She gave a completely fake smile. "That's what I thought. And what are your titles, might I ask?"

Ed, who'd chosen to wear a green blazer over his candy cane striped undershirt and a pair of plain jeans, quickly answered. "I am Ed, Lord of the Flies!"

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Of course you are. And you, Double D?"

Her voice softened a little when she turned to speak to him. Two years had done little to lessen her little crush on him. If anything, she likes him more. Two years had given him a little more height and a nice jaw to offset his naturally wide sapphire eyes. He also had a better sense of style, which could be plainly seen by his roleplay clothing selection. He'd worn over a pair of tight-fitting, dark blue jeans and a white button-up shirt, tucked in with the sleeves rolled to the elbow. Over that, he had a simple black suit vest. He'd opted for a pair of converse sneakers, which somehow really complimented the look.

He roused her from her thoughts by answering the question. "I suppose I'll be Mr McRich's assistant, Secretary Eddward."

"Then you'll need this." Jimmy called as he hurried to join Sarah, an armband in hand. Accepting it, Double D slipped it on before examining it. The band was a simple purple with a letter 'S' on it. "It stands for servant. Can't have anyone mistaking you for someone of status."

Double D began to glare a little before relaxing his expression. "Very well."

"Shall we?" Sarah gestured as she finally tore her eyes away from Double D. With that, they joined the rest of the socialites. "Everyone, you remember Mr McRich. And this is his assistant, Secretary Eddward. And this is-"

"Ed, Lord of the Flies!" Ed proclaimed loudly, a few flies buzzing around his head for emphasis. "See how they come as I beckon?"

"So, is there any snacks around here?" Eddy asked, breaking out of his fake accent.

With a snap of her fingers, Sarah gestured to a few stuffed animals that appeared to be glued in upright positions, their little paws attached to TV trays. One contained an assortment of drinks, one horderves and one little cakes and pastries. "Clause, do serve the gentlemen. They'll need their strength for the upcoming polo match."

"Sarah, shall we walk by the lake for a while?" Jimmy asked, offering his arm. When she took it, the two went to walk around the little pond, chatting casually about how the weather was quite warm and would be ideal for this afternoon's yacht race.

"Hey, isn't there anything good to drink around here?" Kevin called as he looked over the drink tray. "Any soda?"

"I could go for a refreshing glass of sparkling punch." Nazz commented as her eyes landed on Double D. Waving him over, she slid her sunglasses down her nose a little. "Secretary Eddward, would you be a dear and see if the kitchen has any sparkling punch? Oh, and some soda."

He scratched the back of his head as he considered the repercussions of agreeing to play a servant. Finally relenting, he bowed his head. "Of course, Lady Nazz. I shall return anon."

Nazz gave a contagious giggle. "Thanks, dude."

Stepping into the house, he riffled through the fridge. Grabbing a 2-liter of Cola, he poured a glass of it before checking everywhere for the second drink request. Hmm...There's some sparkling apple cider. Perhaps she'd be alright with that. Pouring it into a glass, he placed both on a tray he fished from the cabinet before returning to the backyard. Kevin quickly took his and walked off, muttering something about it taking too long. When Nazz took hers, he jumped back into the role of servant. "I do apologize for the lack of sparkling punch. This is sparkling cider and I hope it will make an acceptable alternative."

Taking a sip, she grinned. "It's awesome, dude. Don't sweat it. Hey, I think the polo match is beginning. Hold this."

Shoving the glass back at him, Nazz hurried across the yard. "O...kay." Taking a seat in a chair on the sidelines, Double D suddenly wished that he had remembered to bring a book. Sighing, he zoned out until someone called him to fetch a step ladder, so they could mount their wooden horse.

The rest of the afternoon went on like this. If he wasn't locating something or other, he was holding a parasol over someone's head or serving refreshments. By four-thirty, the sun was directly overhead, making it so hot, everyone chose to sit by the pond, underneath the huge tree that shaded it. Using this as a moment of reprieve, Double D went to hide on the side of the house, just within its shade. Enjoying a momentary breeze that drifted by, he didn't notice someone join him until they were right next to him. He startled.

"K-kevin!" He stuttered. "I mean, Sir Kevin. What can I help you with?"

"Countess whine-bag is looking for you. You look beat, man." He remarked, taking note of Double D's slightly haggard appearance.

"It's nothing I'm not used to." He sighed, letting a hint of sarcasm seep into his voice. "I'll be there momentarily."

Shrugging, Kevin leaned against the house right beside him. "Go or don't go. Not like I give a care."

A little taken off guard by Kevin being in such close proximity without starting a fight, Double D spoke his mind. "I must say, I'm surprised you're being so agreeable today."

Double D wanted to hit himself. Why did he just say that? Looking over at Kevin in slight worry, he thought he saw something flit through the taller boy's eyes. Squaring his shoulders, Kevin popped his neck to the side and gave him a dangerous smirk. "Brave words from a servant. What would your master say?"

Double D didn't know what to say, still unsure if Kevin was truly upset or not. When a heavy minute stretched out and neither said anything, he let himself relax a little before jumping back into character. "Do forgive me, Sir Kevin. I did not mean offense."

Kevin's smirk dropped until his mouth was set in a grim line, the corners twitching every now and then. His eyes darkened a little as he kicked off the wall and went to stand in front of Double D, less than a foot apart. "What if I think you meant offense? What if I say you're being a bad servant who needs his master's discipline?"

Double D's jaw dropped a little as nervousness began to upset his stomach. Great...Kevin's gonna beat his face in, isn't he? Then when Sarah finds out, she'll put the blame on Eddy and Ed as well as all three of them will get kicked out of the game. If that happens, Eddy will be pissed for days over it. Trying his best to give an appeasing smile, Double D took another step backward until his back was flush against the house. "You're right. I'll go inform Mr McRich of my transgressions and he'll punish me accordingly."

Kevin did nothing to back off or lessen his gaze. "Maybe I also say an unruly servant is a sign of a bad master. Perhaps your Mr McRich isn't fit for this club."

Double D frowned deeply, dropping the act. "Kevin, I really am sorry. Please don't get us kicked out."

Kevin took a step back and rested an extended hand on the house, right beside Double D's hat covered head. That smirk started to return. "That's Sir Kevin to you. I suppose I can forget I heard your speak out of turn...But you will have to be punished by someone. But who? It can't be Mr McRich. He clearly doesn't know how to keep you in line. Not Countess Sarah, of course. She'd throw you and your master out. Who, then?"

Pausing, Kevin tapped his chin. Eyes darting around, Double D tried to remember when Kevin became so intimidating. Has he always been this way? No, that can't be the case. He's grown to be near six feet in these two years and his height, Double D remembered, is what made him more scary to be confronted by. But he usually doesn't draw things out like this. Normally, he gives whoever pisses him off a quick pounding and then goes about his day. Yes, this is definitely a different side of Kevin. He almost sounds like he's...teasing?

Finding his voice, Double D tried once more to get out of the situation. "O-on second thought, p-perhaps you're right about t-telling Sarah. After all, she is the hostess."

In an act of bravery, Double D tried to slide out of the way, only for it to be blocked by Kevin's other hand. Looking to both sides, he contemplated ducking under them and making a run for it. As if he could read his thoughts, Kevin stepped forward and grasped his shoulders, locking him in place. The first seeds of real fear prickled in the back of Double D's mind as he stared up at Kevin's amused expression. "Here's an idea...How about I punish you? After that, you can return to your master. No need to tell anyone. Hmm? How about that?"

His head instinctively shook side to side. "I'm h-happy to take my p-punishment from my master or hostess, S-sir Kevin."

Leaning in until his mouth was next to Double D's ear, Kevin let out a hot breath, making the boy shiver. "And I said I'll handle it. It won't hurt or anything."

Before Double D could even register what was happening, Kevin's face was right in front of his again, just a few inches from his own. Tightening his grip, Kevin closed the distance, crushing their lips together. WHAT? What on Earth...He's...Kevin is...kissing him?! Double D's wide eyes shot all around as a slight panic set in. Placing his hands on Kevin's chest, he pushed with all his might. Chuckling into the kiss, Kevin nipped at the other boy's bottom lips, causing a gasp. Seizing the opportunity, he pushed his tongue forward, tangling it with the other's.

Double D's face felt like it was on fire. Kevin's tongue...It's in his mouth. Why? Good Lord, why? "Kev-in!" He tried to yell, but it sounded quite muffled. The other's response was to deepen the kiss, letting his tongue reach back until Double D was choking a little. Trying to relax his gag reflex, he closed his eyes in mortification, lifting up one leg to blindly kick, making purchase with Kevin's shin. The other grunted in pain, but didn't lessen his ministrations.

This went on for another ten seconds before Kevin began to soften the kiss. Removing his tongue, he left a gentle trail across Double D's top and bottom lip, along his jaw and down to the pulse point on his neck. Only then did he pull back and drop his hold. Double D leaned against the wall heavily, trying to catch his breath. Keeping his eyes firmly on the other, he watched cautiously. What...was that?

Popping his neck to the side, Kevin gave a more casual smile before shrugging his shoulders. "What can I say? I've got a thing for blondes."

With that, he walked off, leaving a very confused Double D to ponder those words. Gasping, his hands shot up to his head, finding the hat gone. His fingers ran through his shoulder length blonde tresses as he tried to figure out when Kevin had snatched it. Flushing wildly, he made a run for the back door, slipping inside and heading for the front entrance. As he hightailed it down the culdesac's only street, he prayed that no one saw him. Though he felt positive that no one would recognize him if they did, save for Eddy and Ed, the only two outside of his family to ever see him minus his signature hat.

Making it home safely, he didn't stop until he was standing at the sink in the upstairs bathroom. Putting a good amount of toothpaste on his blue toothbrush, he began to scrub furiously. Rinsing out his mouth, he looked at his reflection. Wide eyes, flushed cheeks, swollen mouth...Yes, there's no doubt that it really had happened. No, he did not imagine that at all. But that still leaves one question unanswered...why?

By curfew, the game had disbanded, leaving his friends to go find him. At that point, he had successfully managed to take his mind mostly off the incident with a little cleaning. As he opened the door to let his friends run inside, Kevin passed by on the street. Pausing, his eyes drifted right towards him, his stare heavy. With a taunting smirk, Kevin resumed his journey home. Double D didn't miss how his hat was tucked into the back pocket of Kevin's black jeans.

"Hey, sockhead! Hello? I'm talking to you!" Eddy yelled, finally catching Double D's attention.

He shook his head. "I'm sorry. What did you say, Eddy?"

"Two questions." The shorter boy asked, holding up two fingers. "One, what happened to your hat? Two, why are you blushing?"

Gasping, his hands shot to his head. "Uh...um...I lost it."

"You got a spare or something? It's still weird seeing your hair." Eddy mumbled as he walked right past Double D, to the living room. "Ed and I are staying the night. That cool?"

For a long moment, Double D leaned against the door, trying to decide if he should tell his friends what happened. When Eddy got into an argument with Ed over which movie they'd watch this evening, he decided he'd better not. Eddy isn't known for his ability to keep a secret, not to mention how angry he'd be knowing it had been against his friend's will. And Ed is entirely out of the question. He'd end up twisting it into something worse and spreading it around without realizing the repercussions of his actions.

Glancing at his reflection in the living room's gilded mirror, he felt as if he could still feel the ghost of that kiss against his lips. Shivering, he made peace with the knowledge that this, much like many other things in Double D's life, would just have to be buried.

HOW WAS IT? PLEASE, LET ME KNOW!