Hello everyone, Mr. Aa here. Yeah, damn near a year since the last time I updated this story. Sorry. My usual excuses. You're free to sling any kind of mud or hate at me. Sorry.

Anywho, you might be glad to know that this chapter got so huge I had to chop it down into separate parts. Before you say anything, I'm calling it an arc. Also, spoiler, no R-rated stuff in this one.

More good news is that I'll be writing another Ed edd'n edd story focused solely on the lemon stuff. It involves my- my favorite ed/ kanker couple. Sorry. Its just that I've waited too long for this. I'm tired of waiting.

Last thing before I get to the actual story, all the characters are of legal age and their character designs are identical to Hermit Moth's indie comics on them. He's a NSFW artist. So watch out. Oh, and yes. He has not done the Double D/ Lee comic.

Alright, on to it- enjoy.

Edd LLC

Arc 2.

Chapter 1- I'm driving

"I-I-I ca-can't be-believe..." Double D stuttered, his legs limping forward like wet noodles, his back hunched over like a stick about to snap- finally, his arms. Pulled down like suspension cables by heavy filled grocery bags. Inch by inch. Step by painstaking step. Double D made his way forward in the parking lot of a Pick'n save. The scorching summer sun blasted down from the bright blue sky, only to be reflected up off the dark blacktop he was standing on. Truly, the scrawny nerd was being hit on every angle here. Finally, Double D made it to the finish line. His own van. Its doors were closed. "I can't believe this."

"Do. Do. Do."

Lee hummed as she strolled past her childhood victim and current client in crime. Double D stood there in disbelief as his childhood bully was all but skipping as she carried twice the load he was, hoping to a stop at the back of his van. Then, with no visible effort, she opened its back doors. All before tossing the filled to the brim grocery bags like they were carrying with tissue paper instead of food.

"Well?" Lee asked, twirling back around to the Ed on her heel. She did it with such grace that Double D honestly wondered if the Kanker was taught Ballet at some point

"H-How did I get roped into th-this?" Double D mumbled, his arms felt like they were going to fall right out of their sockets- for the third time that day. To think, he could be back at the LLC's office right now, filing the weightless paperwork. It might not have air conditioning, but it would be better than this.

"Damn, its hot out here." Lee said, smirking at him- innocently. The Kanker wiped her brow before she undid the knot of her button down work shirt and taking it off completely. Leaving the nearly snow white Lee in just her blue short shorts and her tank top rolled up into a makeshift sports bra. There wasn't a bead of sweat on her as she used her shirt to wipe her considerable chest down... in front of him.

Double D himself was sweating bullets. The smartest Ed didn't know if it was from exhaustion, the heat, the sheer embarrassment, or the... sight before him. Double D had a feeling it was Eddy's favorite answer: All the above.

"Ah, yes." Double D breathed, his lungs hurt. The ed felt himself tilting back and forth on his feet like a pendulum.

"Awwwww, you're adorable when you're miserable." Lee coed. Double D couldn't tell if she was mocking him or not. Wait, it was Lee. Of course she was mocking him. Double D felt his knees buckling. "Alright, hand'em over, handsome."

Lee said as she strutted back over to Double D and took the grocery bags out of his hands- and kissing his cheek.

Instantly, the Ed fell to the ground like the sack of potatoes he was holding.

Also instantly, he felt the sun blasted asphalt burning into his skin.

"Hot! Hot! Hot!" Double D barked like a purse dog as he jolted back to his feet. He over did it, tilting forward. The Ed's face falling right into the Kanker's considerable chest. Somehow, Double D was not surprised.

"Dang boy, at least buy a girl dinner first." Lee joked, holding at least fifty pounds worth of food in her arms- each.

"Hamph umph gaphtaphssh." Double D mumbled, his mouth smothered by two beautiful things that had the smell and constancy of vanilla pudding. Lee laughed at him. To a stranger it might've sounded like ground glass mixed with a bad temper and a couple decades of smoking-but to Double D, it was about as sweet as where his head made its soft landing.

"A-Alright, I don't want you falling over again and turning into an Edd brochette. Come with me, Handsome."

Lee announced, wrapping her arms around the scrawniest Ed and outright picking him off the ground. She didn't lift Double D over head or anything, just an inch or two from the asphalt. Still though. Yes, Double D was on the skinny side- but he was still a grown man. That combined with the weight of the grocery bags... She might not show it, but Lee clearly had muscle. Though she was showing strain now. The Kanker was forced to waddle from side to side on her feet instead of her usual strutting. Her breathing got deeper too. Lee taking full labored breaths. Though, given her behavior from the rest of the day it wouldn't take much thought to see this as just another one of her games.

Unsurprisingly, Double D was not up for much thinking right now. The man could barely breath-literally. What with his head all but smushed into Lee's almighty... tank top. Just before Double D was about to suffocate in the best way any red-blooded straight male could've asked for, Lee suddenly let go of him and dropped the Ed into his own van. Double D landed in a thud fallowed by quick gasping breaths as sweet- sweet air entered his lungs.

Looking around, Double D could see that the entire back of his van was filled to the brim with grocery bags. Well, aside from the small section he was laying on. Sitting up, his legs dangling off the edge of the van, Double D found himself staring straight at Lee's chest- which was at his eye level... again.

"O-Of course." Double D sighed, not looking away.

"You're this strung out by some overpriced food bags?" Lee asked, honestly. "You need to start hitting the gym, my little man."

"The 'food bags', after climbing up your building with my full utility pack AND helping that lummox move his dumbbell collection."

"Really, he made you move his weights?" Lee snorted, half from amusement, half from spite. "That is so him. It should've seen that coming from his tinder profile."

"Wh-what?" Double D stuttered, just from the surprise.

"Nothing. Just know that loser killed muscle heads for me. Sooo, good for you." Lee teased, reaching over and pinching Double D's cheek. For some reason, Double D thought of an old commercial of a beautiful cartoon lioness open her nearly empty pantry, only to see some cheap uncooked ramen, shrug and eat it. The thought made Double D feel stringy, weak, and about as nutritious as a deep-fried Oreo. That was for a burger commercial, by the way. "Hey, we're outtah room."

"Huh?" Double D looked around as Lee peeked over him into the van. Double D fallowed her gaze and noticed she was right. That little section he was sitting on was enough for maybe more two bags. Not the entire load Lee was carrying.

"Hey, you mind holding these in your lap as we drive around?" Lee asked, holding up the about half a dozen or so grocery bags. its contents all but bursting out or through the cheap plastic. "I'll make these our first stops."

"That won't be necessary." Double D pulled himself to his feet, for the hundredth time that day, and yanked out what looked to be a section of the door's frame at the side. The interior of the wall looked to be standard gun metal gray metal divided into thirds stretching the length of the vehicle. Instead, those divided parts were just collapsible sheets of metal that were pulled out and expanded to the other side of the van. Latching onto clamps. All of this created a flat surface about a third the way up the interior of the van, stopping just short of the seats at the front. Though there was a section cut around the work bench bolted into the other side of the van.

"Oh-ho. What is this?" Lee asked, honestly impressed, as she laid down the last batch of grocery bags. The Kanker smiled at the Ed as she poked the 'second floor' of the van. "Its soft. Why is it soft. Double D, what have you been up to?"

"Its not... whatever your twisted mind thinks. No." Double D said, carefully climbing out of his van before wiping his own brow. "For a time, this van was the home of me and the other Eds. As you might've guessed, I would rather die than sleep next to someone afraid of soap. Sooo, I-"

"Yesss, well..."

"Oh god, i'm jealous." Lee pouted, her tone changed. Something sober, and sad, and angry. "When our mom kicked us out, all we had was some old pick up. I know you slept in a dead hippies rust bucket, but ours didn't come with a water bed- or a top... or a blanket. Hell, even an engine. Meh, what can you do in a scrap yard."

"Not as much as a junk yard, apparently." Double D mumbled, doing his best to not be noticed. Honestly, the Ed was surprised at how much his own past was parallel to the Kanker's- assuming she wasn't lying to him. But she was from a family that grew up doing their own laundry by hand in a trailer park. Welcome to the 21'st century.

"Oh, eventually Marie got the bucket of bolts on cinder blocks up and running- and us out of there. But we never even thought of turning it into a geek squad van." Lee announced, her tone proud and playful again. Double D was happy to hear that as he stared at the inside of his van. A little proud himself as the fruits of his labor was compared to such a vehicle- suddenly, Double D felt the presence of a hungry predator. Its gaping jaw less than an inch away from his face. He heard Lee whisper in his ear.

"That's why I'm never. Letting. You. Go." Lee kissed his cheek, again. This time the Kanker didn't wait for the Ed to fall over and just poked him onto the newly empty space in the van next to the bags. On his back, again, Double D tilted his head up to see the terrifying Lee Kanker staring down at him. She had the smile of a conquering monster and a body of a goddess. "You're mine now."

Just like that, Lee closed the Van's doors- trapping Double D in a cage of his own making.

At least he had food.

"Oh lord, she's kidnapping me." Double D panicked, thoughts and fears racing in his head. "Th-Think, think, think. What do I know about Lee and the kankers? What would they do? What would she do? Oh no. She's going to take me to a cheap storage unit. Strap me onto a bed, her and her sisters taking turns riding me like a mechanical bull- Using me as a living sperm bank… would I be against that?"

"Hey." Lee said, opening the door and sitting in the driver's seat. "Get up here and help me with your crazy van. I'm driving."