Author's Note- Hello, Mysticlynx here with a brand new chapter! Huzzah! ahem As you should know this story is written by two different authors: Ghosthelwig (she got stuck doing the first chapter heehee) and myself. This chapter is from Eddy's perspective, considering the lovely cliffy Ghost left in the previous chapter (I love you, Ghost!). This story will remain in third-person…I know how much you all care about that.

Disclaimer- Ghosthelwig does not own or gain profit from Ed, Edd N Eddy (but, she does own Edd) nor do I (I ownz Eddy!). We simply, as Ghost said, are greatly disturbed.

Rated R for sexual situations, violence, slash, and swearing. You know the drill, so on to the story!

To Wish, Perchance To Ed

Chapter 2

by Mysticlynx

He hated, no, despised banquets.

Every year it was the same thing. Ever since he had come of age, his parents would set up these parties in hopes of finding him a bride. Eddy wanted nothing to do with these stuck-up tramps.

Sure, they were beautiful, but he knew the real reason they always attended his parties. Money. His family was rich and Eddy had learned at a very young age of the value of cold, hard cash. He had also learned how women felt about it.

"Sir Edgar! What a dashing suit you have!" A blonde wearing a blue silk dress had walked up to him.

Eddy put on his fake smile. He was used to encounters like this. "Why, thank you Lady Nazriel!" His tone was so full of sugar it made Eddy want to vomit. "Mother had it made by the best tailor around! Where did you find that dazzling diamond tiara?"

God, he hated himself. He allowed his mind to wander as she explained, in great detail, where she bought her jewelry.

Eddy kept the smile plastered on his face as he took a sip of wine. Nazriel, or Nazz as she was called for short, was the most desirable woman in the area. Any man would die to have her, whether her true intentions were to claim their money or not.

And here she was, blatantly flirting with him, and he knew he should care. Even as he noticed every male guest in the room glare at him, he just couldn't bring himself to care.

The problem was, he wasn't attracted to her even though he should be. His mother had made the excuse that it was because he was picky and was only looking out for their fortune. But, he knew the real reason.

He'd noticed it when he was younger, how he was never aroused like the other boys as they peeped in the girls dressing room. The only time he'd ever been aroused was when he had walked in on one of his older, male servants changing.

Eddy had swiftly hid his arousal and yelled at he boy to get back to work. But, the images of that rippling, sun-burnt back caused kept him awake at night. Awake, until he took the situation into his own hands (literally) in the privacy of his bedroom.

He had the boy fired within a week because Eddy could no longer concentrated with him around. Yes, Eddy knew what the problem was. He was a homosexual and the more he denied it, the more his thoughts persisted.

The thought of being queer scared him to the core. It was forbidden to be a homosexual in these times and it was punishable by exile and retribution. It went against the very bible his family based their faith upon. But, Eddy could do nothing about it, nothing except become abstinent. He at least owed his family that much honor.

He would continue practicing abstinence until the day he was forced to bed a woman, and he hope to God that day would never come. He had been quite successful in keeping his desires in check. He was quite proud, actually. As Eddy saw it, if he could pretend to be a pompous, penny-pinching jerk, how hard could it be to be 'normal'?

Eddy was shaken out of his reverie as he realized Nazz was attempting to get his attention. She was hinting for him to ask her to dance and, as the chivalrous thing to do, he could only oblige.

He offered his hand and began dancing to a waltz. Eddy took pride in having such nimble, graceful feet and proceeded to sweep Nazz off her feet. Eddy smiled at the spectacular show he was putting on. No one would suspect a thing...

Eddy dipped Nazz and glanced up. He nearly dropped her. The most gorgeous creature Eddy had ever seen had entered the room.

Long, raven hair tied back into a pony-tail. A sweet, innocent face donned with green, soulful eyes. Eddy thought he would die right there.

His eyes followed the boy as he took a glass of wine from a servant and leaned casually against a wall, looking uncomfortable.

Eddy would have stared at him forever if he hadn't realized he still had Nazz in a dip. She looked none too pleased. He let her up quickly and apologized profusely using the excuse of being preoccupied. She forgave him easily enough and began yammering on about something else Eddy wasn't paying attention to. He was still watching that gorgeous boy…

The boy in question had given up on his wine, not seeming to like alcohol all that much, and was heading out to Eddy's balcony.

Without thinking about it, Eddy gave an excuse of not feeling well and left a slightly put out Nazz by herself. Eddy's feet were heading toward the balcony while his mind screamed at him: 'What the hell are you doing?! You know it's forbidden! And what if he turns you in for being a degenerate? What then?'

Eddy's mind blanked out completely as he gazed out the balcony doors. The image he saw took his breath away. The boy had taken his almost unnaturally long hair out of the ponytail, seeming much more comfortable with it down. The wind caused it to flow around his face as he leaned over the balcony edge, gazing upwards at the moon. He was so enraptured, he hadn't noticed Eddy's arrival.

Eddy caught a light scent in the air that he knew was coming from the boy. 'Ah.' he thought. 'Honeysuckle.'

Eddy was so entranced by the sweet scent that he didn't notice immediately when the boy turned around. A shy, sweet voice broke through his cloudy mind. "Excuse me?"

Eddy noticed the boy staring at him intently and immediately put on his most dashing smile. The same smile he used when talking to women that fancied him. He knew the effect alone could bring women to their knees, but what effect will it have on this boy?

"Hello." Eddy began. "I couldn't help noticing you looking so forlorn out here on the balcony. Does my party bore you?" He asked, his smile never wavering.

The boy blinked, seemingly unaffected by Eddy's smile. "You're Sir Edgar?" He asked, confused.

Eddy's smile dropped slightly at the lack of reaction from him. "Yes, I am. I see you've obviously heard of me." He continued, boasting. "However, I have never heard of you. May I ask your name?"

Eddy's name, which usually brought people to their knees, caused a negative reaction in the boy. His eyes dulled and his expression became considerably bland.

Despite this though, the boy continued as though he were interested. He held out his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. My name is Edward."

Instead of being angry, Eddy found himself amused at this boy's inability to hide his emotions. He shook his hand, slightly disappointed at the boy's, no, Edward's lack of reaction to him.

That was when Eddy made the dumbest mistake of his young life. Intrigued by the silky, softness of the boy's hand, he wondered vaguely of how that skin would taste. He brought Edward's hand up to his lips. "The pleasure is all mine." He whispered as he brought up that hand for a light kiss.

Color flushed into Edward's cheeks so quickly that Eddy feared that he would burst into flames.

Edward wrenched his hand away from Eddy's grasp and stuttered. "I-I really must be going now." He continued, quickly. "It was nice meeting you." He bowed and nearly tripped over himself as he escaped.

Eddy watched him go, licking his lips. His skin had tasted just as sweet as he smelled. Eddy shook himself mentally. He had to follow that boy. Even if he wasn't attracted to him he couldn't run the risk of being reported.

"Mother, I'm going out for some fresh air. I feel a bit woozy." A vague murmur of assent was his only response. Eddy wondered why he had even bothered telling her. She was far to busy entertaining to notice his absence.

He exited his home and ran down the flights of stairs, cursing the builders for making such a large house. He was nearly panting as he got down the third flight when he saw Edward swiftly turn the corner. "Hey, wait!" He cried, not noticing at first that his foot had caught the banister. Before he knew it, he was falling, falling…

And he landed on the floor beside his bed, tangled in sheets.

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Eddy sat on the floor, perplexed. Thoughts of 'What the hell was that?' ran through his mind continually. He had turned the dream over in his mind several times already and came to the same conclusion. Out of all the crazy shit he's ever dreamt about, not one dream had ever been about being attracted to Double D.

That was the part of the dream that stood out foremost in his mind. The hard-on (definitely not morning wood) that he had had also brought the dream into clearer perspective. This bodily reaction greatly disturbed Eddy because he could imagine being aroused by Nazz, but not his best friend Double D!

Nazz had even been in the dream and had his body reacted? The answer was a resounding 'no' in his mind. And he knew he wasn't gay. Come on, Eddy? Being gay? The guy that women practically crawled to? Definitely not. But, even as Eddy tried to convince himself, his body didn't listen.

Eddy sighed as he got up, noting the light coming through his window. By the looks of it, it was early morning. The earliest Eddy had ever gotten up and he sure as hell wasn't going back to sleep. Taking a shower seemed like his best bet.

Eddy walked into the bathroom and carelessly stripped himself of his usual boxers and t-shirt. He set the taps on the shower and jumped in without checking the temperature.

'Shit! That's cold,' he thought, as icy jets sprayed him. It had the desired effect on his body though, so he didn't bother adjusting the temp. He began washing his hair, forcefully pushing the dream from his mind. He didn't want anyone to notice him acting oddly.

Double D popped into his mind unbidden and he wondered what his friend's reaction would be if he told him about the dream. Smirking, he imagined his friend's nagging voice in his mind: "Dreams are just a product your mind makes up randomly…blah blah blah…they are not real," it said, speaking shrilly. Even in Eddy's head Double D's words tended to bore him. But, it was still comforting. It meant that the dream meant nothing and should not affect him.

Eddy finished his shower feeling a lot better. He slipped on his 'cool duds' and began applying copious amounts of gel to his blonde hair. It had grown much longer in his teenage years and had become much more difficult to tame. Once a generous supply of gel was in his hair, he entered his room and looked into his vanity mirror.

Dark circles were under his eyes and he looked weary from a lack of sleep. He attempted a smile as he combed his hair back and prepared to leave. Once his mask was in place, he exited the room with an arrogant strut and his cocky smirk still in place.