Annoying little shit…

Holding the phone between his shoulder and his ear, he scribbles notes amid half-formed doodles over a sheet of paper. He's been listening to the little Pipsqueak talk his ear off for over half an hour, bitching and moaning about how 'Shovel chin' said something shitty again, and how Edd's parents are unfeeling monsters, and blah, blah, fuckin' blah. Same shit, different call. What had him stuck on the line, however, was another common theme.

"C'mon, Bro!" Eddy whines again, "We got it all figured out! Me 'n Ed will sneak out while our folks are asleep and hop a bus. Monobrow has some money saved up from his birthday — leave it to his folks to pay him off instead of gettin' him shit he likes — so we got enough to get us out there and—"

"I told you no!" Terry snaps back into the receiver, "For the last goddamn time, I ain't babysittin' you two."

"But Bro!"

Terry drops his pencil and holds the phone away from his ear so he can more easily yell into the receiver.

"Listen here, you little twerp! You even think about comin' here, I'll ring yer fat neck!" Gritting his teeth, he takes a sharp breath before putting the phone back to his ear. "You got that?"

There's a bit of a pause before Eddy's reluctant reply, "Okay…"

"Good," Terry sighs, returning his attention to the paper before him, "Jesus…Don't you have anything better to do than bitch at me or make up bullshit plans to run away?"

"Not really…" Eddy mumbles back, "…Do you? You're actin' like you've got a lot on your mind…?"

Understatement of the goddamn century…

"I'm workin' on a little project for ya," he explains, adding in a few more drawings for effect, deciding to get a little more grotesque with dismembered limbs and eyes and bloody knives.

"Really?" Eddy asks, "No way! What is it?"

"No ruinin' the surprise, Runt," Terry retorts, "Suffice it to say, it's gonna make your Halloween the best it's ever been. I'm talkin' buckets and buckets of candy."

"Woah!" Eddy gasps, "That's fucking awesome! Thank you so much!"

"Yeah yeah, but if you keep talkin' about comin' out here with that dipshit friend of yours, you ain't gettin' it."

"Okay, okay!" Eddy cries, "I get it. Aw man! I'm so excited! Can I have just one hint?!"

"No," Terry scoffs, "Look I'm gonna send it out tomorrow so it should arrive just in time for Halloween."

"Thanks, Bro!" He can hear Eddy giggling to himself, "This is gonna be so cool!"

"Oh yeah…" Terry rolls his eyes, "The coolest. Anyway, I'm gonna finish this up so it can be ready, so I'm gettin' off here."

"Okay, Bro," Eddy replies, sounding much more upbeat than when the call began, "Thanks again."

"Mm hmm."

With that, he hangs up and sets the phone aside to get back to work. It's annoying, having to make this up, but it'll keep the brat off his back for a bit. Not long, of course. Once he figures out it's all a joke, he'll probably go back to his whining, but hey! Maybe it'll also help to prove a point? Stop pestering or he'll do something to hurt him. After putting the finishing touches on the make-shift map by adding a few tears to its edges to make it look authentic, he admires his work. He couldn't remember any actual landmarks from that crappy neighborhood, but Eddy'll fall for it nonetheless, he's sure. The clues he's written are as vague as can be and will probably exist somewhere in the area. He knows there's an abandoned hearse knockin' around there somewhere, at least, and there's got to be a dented stop sign.

Pleased, he folds up the 'map' and grabs an envelope to fill out. Yeah. This should get to Eddy on or just before Halloween, so he'll be able to cart his idiot friend around on a wild goose chase, wasting all his time and end up with nothing to show for it by the end of the night. Fucking perfect. After sealing the map in the envelope, he sets it aside. He'll take it out to the post office in the morning.

But now he's going to go and have a little fun.

Grabbing an apple, he returns to the bedroom, he finds his pretty little Princess snuggled in his sheets. By the rise and all of his chest, Terry can tell he's not fully asleep. Just dozing. He looks fuckin' adorable. All comfy and warm, with those pretty pink lips parted slightly and his face relaxed. Goddammit! He wants to crawl under the sheets and just bask in that sweetness! Pull that adorable little body into his arms and cuddle nice and close. Biting his lip, though, he resists that desire. No no. He's got a better idea.

Besides, he's got to test Edd's obedience as often as possible.

Approaching the bed, he grabs the sheets and yanks them away. That gets the boy's attention, and he jolts awake as his naked body is exposed. Rubbing his eyes, he sits up a bit when he notices Terry standing at the end of the bed.

"On the floor," Terry commands through his teeth.

Quivering, Edd obeys, sliding to the floor. Gazing up at the man with a furrowed brow, he settles down on his knees before him. Pleased, Terry sets the apple down on the bedside table before rooting around in the drawer. Picking out one of the dildos and a bottle of lube, he turns his attentions back to Edd with a smirk.

"I wanna see you put on a show for me, sweetheart," he commands in a sickly sweet tone, "G'head and fuck yourself on this 'n masturbate for me."

The horrified look he's become so accustomed to burns across the boy's face, drawing a chuckle from the man. Shoving the toy and bottle into Edd's hand, he takes a seat on the edge of the bed and unzips his pants. Oh, he's gonna enjoy the fuck out of this.

As expected, Edd doesn't just jump straight into it, instead inspecting the toy a bit. Probably stalling. That's fine. We've got all day. After a few moments, though, he sets it aside and adjusts his position so that he's sitting up on his knees. He's got a sick look on his face as he coats his fingers in the lube. At least he's getting the hang of what to do…Whining softly, Edd hesitates to truly begin. His eyes linger in different places of the room. The door, the walls, the floor behind him. Anywhere but the man watching him.

"Well?" Terry presses.

He doesn't move from the bed. Doesn't push too much. Just gotta give him a subtle reminder that he gave him an order. Cringing, Edd leans with his clean hand against the edge of the bed between Terry's legs, spreading his knees wider. Keeping his head bowed, he reaches his hand back to begin stretching himself out. Licking his lips, Terry leans forward so he can lean with his elbow on his knee and toy with his goatee. With his other hand, he lazily begins stroking himself. The little noises that slip past Edd's lips as he works his little ass out are so damn pretty. So naughty and a nice reflection of all his hard work on his little Princess.

"Very good," he breathes, moving his free hand to briefly stroke Edd's cheek.

Edd keeps his eyes shut, but nuzzles against the gentle caress. After preparing himself enough, Edd sits back up, leaning on the balls of his feet as he grabs the dildo again to coat it in the viscous material. With that done, he returns to his previous position and starts easing to toy in, wincing and whimpering softly. As Edd presses his cheek against the edge of the mattress, Terry curses a bit.

"Get back up here," he commands, startling the boy, "I want a better view of you."

Finally glancing up at the man, Edd removes the dildo and crawls up onto the bed beside him. Turning towards Edd with a smirk, Terry nods towards the head board.

"Lean against the pillows so I can get a good look at you."

With a soft sigh, Eddy obeys, settling in against the pillows and spreading his legs wide. It's definitely a more uncomfortable position for him, but Terry finds himself unable to sympathize right now. All that matters is that he's able to see all of the action now, including Edd's cringing face. As he positions the toy at his hole, Edd does his best to avoid any eye contact with, well, anything, really. He won't look at Terry or even his own body as he slowly inserts the dildo again. If he weren't using his other hand to help hold his legs apart, Terry's sure he would be trying to cover his burning face and stifle the noises he's started making again. He squirms in discomfort as he begins moving the dildo in and out. His toes curl and he bucks his hips a bit. Cocking his brow, Terry rests his chin in his hand and rests his elbow against his knee.

"Didn't I also tell you to touch yourself?" he asks, making the boy jolt in surprise, "I wanna see you get yourself off, Princess."

Caught between a whimper and a whine, Edd reluctantly releases his leg to begin stroking his half-hard cock. Tears gather at the corners of his tightly closed eyes as his breathing becomes more and more uneven. Terry observes him carefully as he continues, rocking his hips a bit as he tries to silence his moans. Even with Edd submitting to his commands, Terry doubts he's really putting much effort into it. With that in mind, he decides to help him along a bit.

And the more he can get Edd to associate him with pleasure, the better.

Crawling between the boy's legs, he holds himself up with one hand near Edd's head, using the other to keep stroking himself. Moving close to Edd's face, he breathes hotly into his ear.

"Let me hear you moan, Princess," he hisses, sounding like less of a command and more like a plea, "I wanna hear all the naughty little noises you can make. Let me know how good it feels."

Brow furrowed, Edd peeks up at him. He cringes as Terry stops touching himself to ghost his fingers across Edd's chest and stomach. He reaches the boy's groin and barely brushes his fingers over his sensitive inner thigh, but he doesn't go any further. Right now, all he wants is to give Edd a gentle nudge towards his orgasm. It's the kid's job to cross that heavenly finish line. Pushing himself up just a little so that he's looking down into his face, he hovers over the boy, grinning wickedly as Edd gazes up at him. He's close enough to feel Edd's hot, shaky breath against his lips. Close enough to taste him. But he doesn't close the connection. Just lingers there, inviting Edd to do it himself.

And lo, his little darling doesn't disappoint. He hesitates, of course, his eyes flickering over Terry's face. Between the man's eyes and then to his lips and back as he worries his lower lip between his teeth. God fucking dammit. That fuckin' gap is almost too much. Pinching the skin of his lower lip and giving the man a little glimpse at the tongue hiding just past his teeth After taking a deep breath, he finally leans up to kiss him. Fuck yeah…Terry fights the urge to wrap his arms around the little body beneath him. To pull Edd flush against him and rock into him. To throw out his previous plans and fuck his pretty little Princess until they're both too exhausted to move or even think.

But he resists. Sure, he leans into the kiss and pushes his tongue past Edd's barely closed lips to reward him for such a tender display of affection. Of course, he delights in Edd's submission as he wraps his arms around the man's shoulders. But he doesn't let himself get carried away. After indulging in his own desires for a moment, he pushes Edd back onto the mattress, much to Edd's surprise.

"Keep going," he purrs, "You don't stop till you cum for me."

Breathing heavy, Edd gives a reluctant nod before reaching back down to touch himself again. Terry sits back to watch, but finds himself conflicted. As bad as he wants to see every moment of Edd fucking himself on the toy, he wants to remain close to him as well. To let their body heat mingle and overwhelm Edd's senses to drive him to that sweet release. But if he does that, he won't be able to see the show. He settles, finally, on resting beside Edd, near enough that he can lean into his ear and whisper filthy things to him, but still far enough to oversee his progress. That seems to do the trick, as Edd's movements get faster and more erratic as he's overcome with pleasure.

"That's a good boy," Terry breathes, kissing along his earlobe, "Keep at it, sweetheart. You're so close. Don't hold back."

"T…T-Terry…" Edd whimpers. He cringes a bit, "I-I mean…M-Master…"

Terry chuckles under his breath, leaning over Edd to kiss the corner of his mouth.

"I'll let that slide for now, Princess," he coos, "You can call me by my name all you want for this."

Well, no shit! How could he pass up hearing his beloved moan his name like that?! Briefly glancing at the man for validation, Edd begins mumbling his name under his breath. The closer he gets to his climax, the louder he becomes and the faster his movements. Terry drinks in the sight. The little back arching in pleasure and his entire body tensing. He's long since given up keeping his eyes open as his head rolls from side to side. Pink lips parted and unable to withhold the sharp breaths that shake his entire form. The more Terry watches, the faster he strokes his own rigid cock.

Edd's orgasm finally takes him, wracking his body and making him go still. Fuuuuuuck that's good. Licking his lips, Terry holds himself up over Edd, eager to reach his own climax. He latches his lips against Edd's neck, licking and suckling against the tender flesh. His body overly sensitive as he comes down from his sexual high, Edd can't hope to stop the wanton moans that such an action draws from him. Just a little more…With a low groan directly into Edd's ear, Terry cums onto Edd's stomach.

As he begins to relax again, he settles his weight beside the smaller body, nuzzling his temple and peppering kisses along his cheek. After a few moments, he begins to notice a salty taste upon Edd's cheek and finds him to be crying. Removing the dildo, Edd discards it unceremoniously before bringing his hands up to cover his face. Or at least, as close to that as he can manage. Because they're still pretty filthy, he doesn't actually touch his face with his palms or his fingers, instead burying his face in the backs of his hands. Cocking his brow, Terry sits up and grabs Edd's wrists to move his hands away.

"What are you crying for?" he asks, giving him a smug grin, "You did real good."

Sniffling, Edd shuts his eyes tight.

"I-I'm…f-filthy…" he whimpers, "Horrible…d-despicable…r-repugnant."

Terry scoffs, releasing Edd's wrists; "Bullshit."

Edd watches the man, startled, as Terry retrieves the apple from the bedside table.

"None of that is true," Terry assures him, holding the fruit towards him, "You're perfect."

Hunching his shoulders, Edd holds his hands away from the offering, reluctant to touch any food with his soiled hands.

"Go ahead, Princess," Terry commands, "I'll hold it for ya."

Still unsure, Edd hesitates, looking between the apple and Terry's face before swallowing down his unease. Leaning forward, he takes a bite. His face breaks out in a sad, yet blissful smile. Very unlike the expression he'd maintained during their little session a moment ago.

"Good boy."

Over the next few weeks, Edd only continues to improve. There are hiccups here and there, of course. Certain demands that Edd outright refuses. He's not lost his dignity entirely and therefore some things are beyond his tolerance level. Typically more BDSM shit that Terry suggests. Fine. He'll do pretty much anything else, so that's not much of a deal breaker and he decides to let it pass. If anything, the extreme requests were just there to test the waters. And when he offers a more subdued substitution — that Edd would have wholeheartedly denied outright a few months prior — Edd agrees without hesitation.

And because Edd's been working so hard just for him, he's been sure to reward him. He doesn't go overboard. Can't spoil his little angel, after all. Just enough to reinforce the good behavior and discourage the bad with the threat of losing everything he'd been given. He purposely keeps the heat low so that the trailer can't warm up effectively, giving Edd little option and opportunity to stay warm. But, of course, Terry provides him just what he needs. He lets Edd dress in his jersey, which offers just enough warmth amidst the several sizes too big material for him to find comfort. And, naturally, the rest of that comfort comes from snuggling into the man's arms, held tight and soaking in the warmth of Terry's body.

Well, that and burrowing into the sheets of the bed, since he's been allowing the kid to sleep there now. But Edd's favorite reward seems to be the treats he gives him. He still makes the kid subsist on food from the park for the most part. It's way cheaper — or rather, 'free' — and more convenient than actually cooking. However, when Terry wants to give Edd a tasty little treat, he'll present him with fruits and veggie snacks that always manage to put a relieved smile on the boy's face. Naturally, some of those treats worked in Terry's favor as well, as he could implement them in their bedroom activities. Those were met with a little less enthusiasm from the boy, but he'd still submit. So who's complaining?

Halloween came and went without much of an issue. The brats around the park wore costumes ranging from surprisingly and genuinely creative to boring and lackluster store-bought fads. Terry recalls one in particular that actually got a laugh out of him, though. Some kid running around with a spray bottle, and cotton balls glued to a gray sweatsuit. He'd asked Dave later on what the fuck he was supposed to be and couldn't hold back the cackle when he was told that the kid claimed he was 'cloudy with a chance of rain'. Surely the kid's parents had come up with that one. He's seen enough of the brat's who come through the park and how fuckin' stupid they are. Ain't no way any of those little shits could come up with somethin' like that.

Shit…no, there kind've was one issue he had to put up with. On November 1st, Eddy had called early as hell to vent and scream about the trick. That not only did he not get any candy, but his idiot friend had melted his brain with horror movies and their night had ended with them both getting the shit beat out of them on top of everything else. As if that was his fault? Oh fuckin' well. It was damn funny to hear about how Eddy had so blindly followed the clearly-bullshit map, only to find nothing whatsoever at the end. Best of all, it had the pleasant side effect of making Eddy so damn mad at him, that he didn't even mention coming to visit. Damn right. So now he should have the little shit off his case for a while.

All in all, Terry considers the entire venture quite the victory.

However, it's unfortunately short-lived. About a week later, he hears from his mother.

"But Terry!" she whines, "It's Thanksgiving! We should all be together and sharing what we're thankful for. I know a certain brother of yours who'd be pretty thankful for it."

"Yeah?" Terry scoffs, "Well, I'm not. And I'm willin' to bet my left nut the old man wouldn't be 'thankful' about it either."

"Watch your mouth, dammit!" his father suddenly interjects, "You don't use that kinda language with your mother!"

"The fuck are you doing on the line?!"

"What'd I just say?!"

"Tony stop it!" his mother hisses, "Now hang up so I can finish talking to our son."

"Your son, maybe…" Tony grumbles, followed shortly by the beep of the phone disconnecting.

"Motherfucker…" Terry mumbles under his breath.

"Terry, please," he hears her sigh, "At least think about it, okay? It's a free meal and your worried mother can feel relief for a few hours."

"No can do, mom…" Terry retorts, "If I'm 'thankful' for anything, it's that I have the fuckin' choice not to deal with that asshole."

She sighs again and he grits his teeth. Dammit…

"Besides," he adds after a moment, "I'm still thinkin' about comin' for Christmas. How's that?"

There's a bit of a pause before she scoffs.

"I guess it's something," she says, her tone more flat than before.

That was the end of that. Even as Thanksgiving drew closer, he didn't hear back from them. Guess they got the picture. But just because he wasn't going to be home, doesn't mean he wasn't going to enjoy the holiday his own way…

Thus, on the night in question, he puts together some semblance of a dinner consisting of various boxes of mashed potatoes, stuffing, and bread rolls. He'd even snagged a cheap bottle of wine during his grocery run earlier in the week. Of course, he couldn't be bothered with cooking an actual turkey, so he also stopped by the deli to get himself packaged turkey slices. Same difference, right? Especially with the packages of plastic wishbones in a small display near the deli. It's a silly tradition, really, but maybe Edd will still appreciate it and feel more at home if they indulge in it?

To say Edd's surprised by the miniature feast is an understatement. He drools as he looks over his plate, looking unsure where to begin. As he picks up his fork, though, he glances at Terry and hesitates as he sees the man pouring a couple of glasses of the wine. Clearly, he's concerned by the lack of any other drink. No water, no juice, no soda. Nothing remotely kid-friendly for the boy to quench his thirst. As Terry sits beside him on the bed, both glasses in hand, Edd swallows the lump in his throat.

"M-May I have a g-glass of water?" he asks hoarsely.

"No need," Terry purrs, holding one of the glasses towards him, "I got your drink right here."

Edd jumps a bit, his wide eyes locked on the glass.

"B-But…! " he stutters, "F-Forgive me, but…i-if I'm not mistaken, that's an a-alcoholic beverage, is it not?"

"So?"

With a pout, Edd hunches his shoulders defensively; "So…I can't…drink that…?"

"Says who?" Terry scolds gently, putting the glass into Edd's hands, "It ain't gonna hurt ya. Besides, I'm givin' you permission, aren't I?"

"But…"

"Just try it, sweetheart," Terry urges, "I'm sure you'll like it."

Sighing softly, Edd bows his head, staring down into the maroon liquid and hesitating to actually taste it. After a deep breath, however, he reluctantly brings the glass to his lips to take his first sip. It sends a shiver down his spine and his face scrunches up in displeasure. Glancing up at Terry, his brow furrows.

"It's…tart…"

"It's an acquired taste," Terry swirls the wine in the glass for a moment, "Not to mention cheap. Try another sip."

With a soft whine, Edd obeys, taking a slightly longer swig.

"Good," Terry continues, "I know you'll like it the more you have it. Of course, that'll be pretty rare. But today's a special occasion, so why not?"

Edd swallows thickly, squinting at him; "Special occasion…?"

Oh yeah, Edd probably wouldn't know how long he's been here, let alone that it's a holiday. Or, at least, he wouldn't have a concrete idea.

"It's Thanksgiving day," Terry explains, taking a swig from his glass, "So we're gonna have a nice dinner of turkey and stuffing and drink to what we're thankful for and all that shit."

"Thanks…giving…?" Edd mutters, his eyes wide and his face pale.

His hands start to shake a bit as he clutches the glass in both hands. As Terry glances at him, he wonders how he's even able to keep a hold on the glass. He looks sick, like he's just seen a ghost who shared with him a horrifying secret. Oh yeah, guess it would be a lot to take in. The revelation is clearly a difficult one to grasp. Dammit…Placing his hand on Edd's shoulder, he attempts to pull the boy out of his shock.

"C'mon, Princess," he coos, "Let's drink to what we're thankful for."

Edd looks up at him, but doesn't comment, drawing Terry to grimace a bit.

"Alright, I'll go first," he pauses for a moment, stroking his beard. Yeah, as though he has to actually think about this…"Let's see…Well…there's really only one thing." Cupping Edd's chin, he urges the boy to look at him. "You. You're all I need and all I could ever want."

Well, that and how unbelievably easy this has all been…

It feels cheesy as all hell to actually say shit like this, but it has the effect he was hoping for. The prettiest blush begins to spread over Edd's cheek and some over his adorable little button nose. Whether that's from his shyness or because he's already feeling the effects of the alcohol, Terry's not sure. But it's a nice reaction nonetheless.

"Alright, Princess," Terry purrs, "Your turn."

Edd makes his typical anxious noises, squirming a little.

"Y…You…" he mumbles, bowing his head, "Of course…"

"And…?"

Looking back up at him, Edd furrows his brow.

"A-And for…e-everything you've…given me?" he adds, "And…And for…" he cringes a bit, "s-saving me?"

Okay, he's clearly guessing, but whatever. Good enough.

"Very good," he chuckles, bringing their glasses together with a clink.

As he downs his glass, he notices Edd uncomfortably sipping from his own. With that out of the way, it's finally time to eat. At least the kid's enjoying that much, popping the slices of turkey into his mouth and making quick work of the admittedly bland potatoes and stuffing. Because of his limited options with which to wash down the slightly tasteless food, the wine in his glass diminishes soon enough. Being a kid, it only takes the one glass for Edd to start feeling the effects of the drink. He starts leaning against Terry's chest, unable to hold himself upright as well without swaying. Not that Terry feels like complaining about that, though.

Finishing up their dinner, Terry sets aside their plates. By now, Edd's thoroughly lost in a drunken stupor, laying prone on the bed and mumbling to himself. Stripping out of his plaid shirt, Terry decides it's about time to get down to what he's really thankful for. And hell fucking yes! The alcohol is having an even better effect than he imagined. Edd clings to him, whimpering and moaning for him. It's the best revelation he could've ever had in this moment.

His little Princess gets affectionate as hell when he's drunk.

Gonna have to remember that, but for now, he's going to settle in for a night of wild, unchecked passion with his beloved.