SymbiosEd
Summary:
When his life is uprooted by tragedy, Edd must find a way to survive as a creature of the night. Will a deal with a demon be his saving grace? Supernatural creature AU. Updates every other Friday.
Pairings: BroEdd
Triggers include: Pedophilia, Child Abuse, Dub-Con, Psychological abuse. Other warnings include Violence and Language.
Author's Notes:
So first thing's first, I'd like to apologize again for the hiatus last time. Even now, I'm not totally sure this works, but things have been super hectic and, honestly I'm lucky at this point to have even gotten this out on time. Either way, I hope it's still satisfactory for you all. Thank you so much for your patience and continued support. Enjoy the fic, and also, please don't forget to leave a review this time (since it's an actual chapter you can respond to).
After spending nearly the whole night unsuccessfully sleeping off his heartache, Edd finally stirs the next morning from the bedroom door opening; marking Terry's return. He doesn't move from where he's curled up under the covers. He's not sure he wants to face him just yet. The empty feeling has waned for the time being, he's grateful to note, but it's making his freshly-spawned worry all the more intense. He hadn't seen what effect his words had had on the man, so he has no way of knowing just how furious he must have been when he left. And though Terry can't hurt him physically, he has a feeling he won't be getting out of this unscathed.
As expected, he can't ignore him for long as Terry crawls onto the bed with him. Squeezing his eyes shut, he braces himself. Terry's hands find his hips and slide up his sides. The covers are pulled up, but not away as the man joins him under the sheets. Tension builds within him as those grabbing hands latch onto him again. Hot breath on his ear as he's pulled back into the man's chest. Th-This is it…
"Princess…"
Swallowing thickly, he opens his eyes, locking them forward to avoid looking back at him.
"W…Welcome home…" he mumbles softly in a vain attempt to soften whatever emotional blow is to come.
"Have you been sleeping all night?"
So far, so…good? Furrowing his brow, Edd nods. He hears Terry hum pleasantly.
"Good."
The hands move back down to his hips, massaging and molding the soft flesh there. Little nibbles and kisses are peppered all over the boy's shoulder made bare by the jersey far too large. Edd's too shocked to squirm away as a dark mark is sucked into the juncture of his neck and shoulder.
That's unexpected…
"Y…You're not…angry…?" he stutters, shivering a little.
His question is ignored in favor of adding in a sharp bite to his neck. It would seem he is… He's shoved onto his back suddenly, leaving him quivering. Terry's on his knees above him and pulling off his shirt.
"Slow night…" he snarls, shooting the boy a half-glare, "No more talkin', Angel. I'm fuckin' starvin'."
Edd's shoulders fall a little. He'd hoped they could talk a little before they got down to that. Even if it meant Terry would yell at me…
His clothes are rid of him and, as the man leans in to take his breath with every deep, hungry kiss, Edd finds himself tuning things out. He's grown so tired of this routine. Not that he necessarily wants the man to 'experiment' with anything — the toys were a bad enough addition — but he wishes it could be less mechanical, less repetitive. Less void of emotion.
It would seem that Terry shares that sentiment, though. About midway through, he decides to change things up, startling the boy as he pulls out of him and grabs his arm to roll him onto his stomach.
Edd gasps breathlessly; "Wh-What…"
"If you aint gonna pay attention," the man snarls, "ya might as well be facin' the damn wall."
The boy's moved onto his knees, but Terry refuses to let him up or move away. Edd releases a high-pitched whine as the man instead takes him from behind, his pace rough and fast. Tears burn in the child's eyes against the new, uncomfortable position. The pillow beneath his face offers little solace as he clings to it to brace himself.
"T-Terry!" he whines, "P-Please!"
The hearty laugh the man releases makes him cringe.
"That's more like it!" Terry sneers, "'Bout damn time I got a real fuckin' reaction outta you!"
"P-Please! N-Not so hard!"
"What'suh matter, sweetheart? Does it hurt?"
Edd hesitates for a moment. He's not sure he should be speaking against him right now, given how irritable the man seems to be. He bites his lip anxiously.
"P-Please…Go slower…?"
He feels Terry lean forward before the man gently kisses along his jaw near his ear.
"Don't you worry, Angel…I'll make it feel good again…"
Supporting himself with one hand, Terry uses the other to trail down Edd's side, then inward to wrap his hand around the small, half-hard cock. Edd whines again, burying his face further into the fabric of the pillow. He hears the man chuckle softly into his ear.
"C'mon, Princess…Lemme hear all those sweet lil noises you make. I wanna hear you wantin' me."
The boy whimpers in response, cringing a little. All coherent thought is slipping quickly from his mind, rendering him defenseless to the words murmured to him. The boy's whimpers become grunts as the man's rocking motion gets faster and harder. Edd's fingers bump against the wooden headboard, moving closer and closer with each of the man's thrusts. He groans in shame as he realizes that he's being inched forward by Terry's movements. He opens his mouth to pant, a string of drool connecting to the fabric of the pillow.
"T…Terry!"
"Mm…I hope yer close, Princess," the man grunts in his ear, "You fuckin' better be…"
Squeezing his eyes shut, he waits in agony for it to be over and grasps the sheets in white-knuckled fists. Terry's grip upon his hips gets tighter and his movements more powerful and fast. Followed finally by the sweet release.
Edd's fists go lax, letting go of the fabric beneath them. Swallowing down gulps of air, he nuzzles the pillow in a vain attempt to catch his breath. He cringes when the man pulls his softening cock out of him before his body relaxes again. Whimpering, he curls up a little onto his side. At least that should satisfy him for a little while…
He feels himself enveloped in the man's arms and pulled back against the broad frame. Terry's nose is buried into his neck, breathing deep. Edd squirms a little.
"…B-Better…?"
Terry nuzzles his cheek; "Mm…much…"
Silence settles after that, disturbed only by the soft breathing of the two weary figures. Licking his lips, Edd fidgets with the sheets.
"Ehm…" he mumbles, "I-I apologize for…m-my behavior earlier…"
There's no response behind him, leading him to suck in a nervous breath.
"I-I was just upset and…a-and I let myself get carried away with my emotions." He curls in further on himself. "P-Please don't be mad…"
Another long silence stretches between them. Biting his lip, Edd considers chancing a glance back to try to discern what may be on the man's mind.
To his surprise, the covers are lifted up and over him before the man's arm pulls him back again.
"Go to sleep, Princess," the man grumbles into his neck.
Edd winces a little; "I…I was hoping we could…talk…?"
A puff of air against his neck as the man heaves an irritated sigh.
"Not now. Sleep."
Another sigh, this time from Edd as his hope deflates. He pulls the covers a little tighter under his chin before letting his eyes drift shut.
"Will you talk to me now…?"
Terry glances back at him from where he's standing at the closet, his brow cocked. Edd shyly pulls the shirt up to cover his shoulder as he sits up on the bed. When he receives no answer, he presses the matter.
"Please. Talk to me, Terry." He shifts on the bed and swings his legs over the side. "Aren't you mad at me? Aren't you going to yell at me for what I said? Anything?"
The man rolls his eyes before turning back to the closet. He removes a hanger with a nice-looking shirt and throws it onto the bed.
"Don't feel like it."
Edd's speechless for a moment.
"Wh…What do you mean, you don't 'feel like it'?!" he gawks, stumbling to his feet, "After every other little thing you've blown up about, you're going to let that go?!"
Terry's eyes narrow a bit as he shoots the boy a look; "Yes. I am."
The boy's shoulders fall in disbelief; "Wh…Why…?"
A pair of pants join the shirt on the bed and the man starts dressing.
"Don't worry about it, Princess," he sneers.
A long silence stretches between them as the man finishes pulling his clothes on. Bowing his head, Edd wrings his hands together.
"Are…A-Are you going to abandon me too…?"
He hears the demon stop in the door and shyly glances up. Terry's not responded, but he looks to be thinking. Edd swallows thickly in anticipation fidgeting a little in uncertainty.
"We got a deal, remember?" the man says finally, "As long as you let me fuck you, you aint goin' nowhere."
Edd takes a deep breath and offers him a shy nod. Terry's eyes skim over him briefly before he turns back to the door.
"I'll be home at five," he mumbles.
As the man leaves, Edd's shoulders fall again. He's never been able to accurately read the man since they'd met and this new behavior is very troubling. With a sigh, he sits back down, thinking about what to do now. It does no good to dwell on him…The shower's free. That sounds heavenly…perhaps a bath instead, though? To treat myself to something more soothing. After that…? He smiles a little as he ponders. He's been neglecting his cleaning lately. That sounds perfect! And maybe a little television after I've finished.
With a newfound spring in his step, he hops off the bed before walking to the bathroom. Straight to the taps; first the hot water, then a touch of cold. He watches the water rise with a smile, sitting on the edge of the tub. Little bubbles skim the top and his smile fades ever so slightly as he remembers the lazy summer days back home. Playing in the creek with Ed and Eddy. The smile falls more as he comes to a worrisome realization.
The static is creeping in again. Panicked, he holds his head, trying to think of good, comforting things. The bath he's about to take. School work that he could waste the hours away on. The first lick of a fresh jawbreaker. Warm sun on his skin. The sounds of Ed and Eddy's laughter.
Before he can stop them, the tears are already falling, mingling with the water below. No good. It's back. Turning the water off, he turns away from the tub to cover his face with his hands.
Not again…
Bath abandoned, he drags himself back to the bedroom to crawl beneath the sheets. His body feels so heavy — he's sure he wouldn't be able to sit up even to bathe at this point. Curling up, he tries to suppress the sadness again.
He almost doesn't hear the tapping. He'd have missed it entirely had it not gotten louder. Brow furrowed, he sits up and looks around. Not from the bedroom…The tapping continues and he starts to follow the sound. As he enters the hallway, it gets louder.
Louder still as he nears the living room until—
CRASH!
With a gasp, he rushes out to see what's happened, but stops dead upon entering the living room. Ed's on the floor beside the shattered table lamp while Eddy's hovering above him.
"Jeez, Ed, make a bigger mess, why don'tcha?"
"I can fix it!" Ed announces, delicately placing the lamp shade over the broken bulb.
"Wh-What are you doing here?!" Edd demands.
They look up before smiling.
"Great! Yer already out here!" Eddy cries, clapping his hands together, "We just saw my bro leave, but let's not waste any time!" He holds the golden phone towards Edd. "G'head and make the wish to take us home!"
"Are you mad?!" Edd gawks, snatching the phone from him, "I wish for that lamp you broke to be repaired!" When Eddy hesitates, Edd chooses to add in a sharp, "Now!"
With a pout, Eddy snaps his fingers. The shattered pieces gather together like a video playing in reverse before floating to sit back on the table where it belongs. Beaming, Ed adds the finishing touch by once again placing the lamp's shade.
"La-la!" he cries victoriously.
"It's pronounced, 'voila', Ed…" Edd mumbles before shoving the phone back to Eddy, "Now, get out!"
"What?!" Eddy cries, "C'mon, Sockhead, me 'n Ed ain't leavin' here without you. You know that."
Edd shoots him a hard look; "I asked you to leave. Your families are worrying themselves sick over you two."
"So what?" Eddy guffaws, "We came here to find you and bring you home. That's all that matters."
"I'm not returning to the cul-de-sac with you, Eddy," Edd states with more force, "And if Terry were to find out you two were here—"
Eddy scoffs; "Please. He ain't gonna find out."
"Yes, he will," Edd sighs, "And when he does, he's not going to be happy. He's been acting odd enough — I don't want to think about what he'd do to you and Ed if he found you here."
"I don't get this, Double D," Eddy groans, "Why do you wanna stay here so bad? You look like shit. Yer eyes are all red and puffy — don't think I didn't notice you been cryin'."
Startled, Edd rubs his sore eyes, blushing indignantly.
"And you got a lotta bruises on ya — has my brother been hittin' you or somethin'?"
Edd's blush deepens as he pulls the shirt over his shoulder to better hide the bites and hickeys.
"That's from…something else…" he mumbles shyly, refusing to make eye contact.
Eddy wretches in disgust; "And then there's that! You can't seriously tell me you 'like' gettin' fucked by him."
Eyes wide, Edd covers his mouth; "E-Eddy, don't say it like that."
"C'mon, Sockhead!" Eddy zips over and grabs Edd's wrist, "Let's just go home! That way you don't have to think about that anymore."
Pulling his hand away, Edd takes a step back.
"I said no, Eddy. I told you; I don't have a home to go back to. My parents have packed away all of my belongings. They're acting like I never existed. They don't want me to come home!"
"That's crazy talk!" Eddy dismisses.
"I saw it with my own eyes!" Edd snaps back, startling them. He calms himself a bit before continuing. "Both of your parents were grieving so terribly. My own parents are just going about their lives…Even Sarah misses you, Ed."
Ed's brow furrows, "Sarah does?"
Eddy shakes his head; "I don't care! We don't wanna leave you here, Double D. If you're parents really are gonna be asses about this, then you can just live with one of us. You can live with me! Wouldn't you like that?"
"Eddy, the last time I saw your father, he tried to kill me. I doubt the man would allow me to be within five hundred feet of you," Edd growls back, "And I doubt Ed's family would take me in either…"
That's enough to render Eddy silent for a moment, at a loss for words. He bites his lip, thinking carefully about his next move. Edd sighs.
"I'm sorry," he says slowly, "Really, I am. I appreciate the lengths at which you've gone to come find me, but I can't go with you." His shoulders fall. "This is my home now. You two have to leave. Please."
As he looks back to them, Eddy searches his eyes. He's unwilling, but may be relenting. After a moment, he takes a deep breath.
"We'll leave," he mumbles, "But we ain't goin' home without you. I don't want Terry to hurt you, so…we won't stay in here or get you in trouble…But we ain't leavin' you here forever. When we figure out what to do, you're comin' home!" His eyes narrow. "Got it?"
Edd sighs; "I'd rather you just go home. I've already caused your parents so much grief…" He bows his head. "But I can see that nothing I say will sway you. So fine. Do what you want. Just…please get out."
He hears Eddy heave an irritated sigh and glances up to see him grabbing Ed's arm.
"But Eddy!" Ed whines, "Aren't we going home?!"
"Not yet, Ed," Eddy grumbles, "Not till 'ol Sockhead comes with us. For now, it's time for brainstorming."
"Oh! Oh! I love that movie!" Ed gasps, "Zombies falling from the sky! Aaaaahhh!"
"Shut up, Ed," Eddy groans, dragging the taller boy back out the window.
Shaking his head, Edd follows them to shut the window behind them and lock it again. I suppose locks just aren't capable of standing up to a genie's magic…With that, he turns back to the empty apartment and trudges back to the bedroom. That conversation was exhausting. Crawling back onto the bed, he doesn't even bother with covers as he makes himself comfortable again.
"…hey…Wake up."
Edd nuzzles the pillow, furrowing his brow as he tries to go back to sleep.
"Hey!"
With a gasp, Edd's eyes snap open. He looks up to find Terry above him, half-glaring down at him.
"Were you sleeping all night again?" he asks in a suspicious tone.
Edd shrugs; "I…I guess I was…" He rubs his eyes. "Did you just get home?"
The man hums in response, leaning down to kiss the boy's cheek. Edd flinches a little. He feels Terry's hands on his hips.
"You hungry, sweetheart?" the man purrs, kissing down a long Edd's neck.
Biting his lip, Edd looks away; "Um…N-Not really…"
Terry glances at him, his brow cocked.
"You sick 'r somethin', Princess?" he mumbles, resting the palm of his hand across the boy's forehead.
Shaking his head, the boy pushes the man's hand away.
"I just don't have an appetite at the moment…"
The man regards him suspiciously before shrugging.
"Alright," he says, sitting up to take his shirt off, "well, I do. So you can feed me instead."
Of course…
The days drag on. Ed and Eddy haven't returned since their last intrusion, but that's about all that Edd can feel thankful for. The boy's emotional state hasn't stopped fluctuating. One minute, he'll feel okay. Not necessarily 'happy', but not miserable by any means. But that will all change in an instant and seemingly out of nowhere. His mood dropping like a stone until he can do no more than lie in bed and sleep. He can't even bring himself to feed again.
And Terry has certainly taken notice.
He doesn't seem to be very interested in talking to Edd to figure out what's wrong, but there have been small efforts that have been made. One morning, the boy recalls waking up to a rose held to his face. Nothing extravagant. Just a simple, single rose. No explanation either. Just straight into the typical sex after the gift was set aside.
Edd still considers that part to be very tedious. The same thing over and over. So much so that he can't bring himself to react much to it or feel anything. And his current mood isn't helping either. The numbness spreads throughout his body, nullifying any stimuli the man attempts to use. For whatever reason, when it's over, Terry tends to get more upset than when they began. But, of course, he won't say why.
The trend of small, nice gifts continues. A few more roses, a new hat, a box of cookies he claimed to have purchased more for himself, but which he insisted Edd share in. He even decides to stay with the boy for an entire night. It makes the boy panic when Terry informs him.
"Wh…Why do you want to stay home all of the sudden…?" he asks.
Does he know Ed and Eddy had been here?! Oh dear…
The man pauses, thinking carefully about his answer. His focus isn't entirely on Edd. His gaze is locked on the wall to his right. Not looking directly at the window above the bed, but in that general direction.
"Just wanna stay in tonight…" he replies, his tone distracted, "Keep an eye on the place…"
Edd's heart sinks a little. Perhaps he does know they were here… Terry rises from the bed before reaching for the boy's arm.
"C'mon, let's go see what's on…"
Weakened to this odd situation, Edd allows himself to be pulled up from the bed and escorted into the living room. To the couch to sit in the man's lap while he switches on the television. He flips through the channels in disinterest. His other hand rests on the boy's hip, his thumb rubbing up and down where Edd's hip meets his waist. Edd rests his head on the man's shoulder, nuzzling him affectionately every now and then.
"You see anything you wanna watch?"
Blinking a couple of times in surprise, Edd sits up a little to glance at him.
"Y-You'd let me choose?"
Terry shrugs, his eyes locked on the screen. Biting his lip, Edd turns his attention to the screen to see what's being passed over. Another documentary is on the nature channel and he shyly speaks up.
"Th…that might be interesting…?"
With a shrug, the man leaves the channel there and rests his hand and the remote on the couch. Edd observes him for a little longer before laying his head on the broad shoulder again.
They sit for a while, just watching the documentary. Edd wonders why Terry's putting up with this. Why he's even still here? Taking a breath, he sits up a little to ask that, when he spots the man's eyes locked instead on the window beside him. Panicked, Edd follows his gaze. Are they back again?! When he looks…
Nothing. Just the dark of night. Edd pouts and turns back to him.
"What's wrong…?" he asks softly.
Finally, the man's eyes return to him. He throws on a smug grin.
"Don't worry about it, Angel," he purrs, reaching up to stroke Edd's cheek, "You hungry?"
Shaking his head, Edd rests his cheek against the man's arm. He knows this calm won't last. He wants to enjoy it.
And, of course, it really doesn't. It's not much longer after that before the typical foreplay begins. Kisses dotted along his shoulder and neck. Clothes abandoned in the man's desire to reach the boy's bare skin. It feels a little better now, but still tedious. When it's done, they retire back to the bedroom.
And Terry's own mood takes a nosedive as well. So much so that it doesn't surprise Edd that the man doesn't stay in the following night. He goes back out, grumbling and irritable and without a shred of explanation.
When he returns, it feels like the biggest shock of all. On this night, Edd is roused to a book being held in his line of sight.
"Wakey Wakey, Sleepin' Beauty."
Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Edd struggles to sit up. With the man behind him, holding the book in front of his face, that proves to be a bit difficult.
"Wh…What's this…?" he mumbles.
"A lil somethin' to keep you occupied when I aint here."
Sitting up fully, Edd takes the book in hand. It's a very worn encyclopedia, with a faded cover that's torn at its corners. As he opens it, however, he finds the inner pages to be in much better condition.
He's not sure what to say. Another gift? Like the others, it's nothing extravagant, by any means, though that's not much of a surprise given how few places must be open at night.
"I…Wh…Why did…" he stutters breathlessly before pausing to turn to the man completely, "Y-You really purchased this…for me?"
Terry shrugs; "There was a bookstore I was passin' on my way home this mornin'. Turns out they open pretty damn early so I stopped in for a sec."
Edd lowers his gaze, looking down at the cover affectionately. He traces his fingers over the faded letters, swallowing thickly.
"This is…This is so unlike you…" he breathes, glancing up at him, "I…I don't know what to say…"
"Yeah yeah, well, you don't have to say shit, sweetheart," the man sneers. He leans over the boy, resting on the bed beside Edd's hip. "Just take your fuckin' clothes off n' spread yer legs for me."
Edd sighs a little. That makes sense…Terry hadn't purchased these things in kindness, but is instead treating Edd like one of his clients; going to great lengths just to be fed. It's a bit disheartening…But it is still thoughtful. Therefore, as things get more and more heated, Edd forces himself to lie back and try to put a little more effort into the act. It helps a bit, but not quite enough. Though Terry reaches his orgasm, Edd does not have his own. And, as he looks back up at the man, he finds him to be glaring down at him.
He leaves quick after that. Stomping around as he showers before dressing and slamming doors. It's startling, of course. It's rare for the man to go out during the day. He vaguely wonders where he's going, but, more importantly, he wonders what's got him so upset.
Whatever it is, it's enough to make the sexual intercourse stop altogether for a couple of days. It's enough to make the boy worry. Is he trying to cut me off like before? No. In fact, he tries forcing the boy to feed. To no avail, of course. Edd's appetite is almost nonexistent at this point…Is he preparing to abandon me soon? Does he know Ed and Eddy are near? Why won't he talk to me?!
He makes another weary effort as Terry dresses to leave for work.
"Terry, please," he begs softly, "You've been acting so strange lately…Is something wrong? H-Have I done something wrong? Are you mad at me?"
"Not mad," the man replies without looking at him, "Everything's fine."
"You're not looking at me," Edd notes, "You don't talk to me at all. I just want to know why you've been acting so odd…"
"Don't worry about it, Princess."
"You keep saying that…But I can't help it when you keep me in the dark the way you have been…"
"If there's anything you need to know, I'll tell you. Till then, don't worry about it."
"You really aren't going to tell me anything, are you?"
Terry ponders his response. After a moment, he turns to the boy and approaches him.
"Rest up, Princess," he orders softly, "Be good for me…and we'll talk when I get home."
Furrowing his brow and giving him a hopeful gaze, Edd nods. Terry leans down to steal a quick kiss before standing straight again. With that, the man takes his leave. Bowing his head, Edd curls up on the bed, taking a deep breath to settle in for the long night.
"Double D! Double D!"
He gasps as he's jolted awake by the figure jumping suddenly on his bed and screaming. Sitting up, his heart pounding in his chest, he finds Ed sitting upright, his tail wagging wildly.
"E-Ed?!" he breathes groggily, "Wh-What are you…"
He then notices Eddy beside him looking just as pleased.
"I thought vampires stayed up all night?" the shorter boy noted.
"Ed! Eddy! Y-You can't be here!" Edd stutters, struggling to sit up, "Y-You have to leave!"
"No way!" Eddy scoffs back, "We were invited."
With a smug grin, Eddy glances back to the door. Edd follows suit and finds the demon leaning against the door frame, looking quite irritable.
"I…I don't understand…" Edd mumbles, slumping down in disbelief, "Y…Y-You…?"
Terry sneers at him; "There's been a change…"
A/N: Thank you for reading. And please don't forget to leave a review.