Disclaimer - Ok, I still own nowt... quit rubbing it in...
A/N - Um... not really too much to say except I hope you enjoy!
Dedication - This chapter is dedicated to my luuuurvely boyfriend, martin, as a thanks for taking on the somewhat unfruitful challenge of trying to convince me that this stuff is worth posting... lol... and for just being generally lovelly, so this is for you hunni - (I know how much u love the slashy action...)
Closeted Secrets
He knew that Kevin was watching – waiting – for Eddy to provide his twisted idea of this evening's entertainment, and he also knew that with each minute that passed he would be growing more and more intolerant. This was it. Time to either make or break his relationship with his best friend. 'Please don't let him resist' that thought echoed repeatedly through Eddy's mind like a mantra.
Slowly, unwillingly tearing himself away from his friend's embrace, he took a deep breath and once again moved in to press his lips to Double D's. This time a little deeper, as he moved his hand from Double D's neck to the back of his head, pulling off the hat and releasing a cascade of lustrous ebony that fell even further down the boy's back, almost to his waist. Eddy had never realised just how much Double D's hair had grown over the years and had always assumed that the mane that gathered around the boy's shoulders was at it's full length. Apparently there were a lot of things he didn't know about his friend.
Double D pulled away from him, obviously jarred by the unexpected action, but the hand that Eddy had entwined in his hair made it easy for the shorter boy to draw him back into the kiss, which was growing more and more hungered by the second. Eddy was in Heaven. He knew this was wrong, but he still felt so grateful for the chance to be this close to the boy he had secretly loved for so long. It was almost unreal. For too long had he craved the touch of his skin, or the feel what it was like to run his fingers though his hair. And such a mixture of emotion. He wanted more, he needed more.
Eddy's free hand travelled the length of the longhaired boy's chest before finally reaching to pull the red shirt off his body. A wave of panic flooded through Double D. This is not what he wanted. He suddenly felt inescapably trapped and exposed. Exposed by the removal of his hat, an everlasting connection and sign to the happiness of his childhood, which released the sea of black hair that he so inexplicably hated, and trapped by the hand that was twisted into it, preventing him from moving away. He lifted his hands to Eddy's shoulders and tried desperately to pry himself from his friend, whose grip was only tightening as he felt the pressure Double D applied. He felt another pull on his shirt, and was able to break free as Eddy broke the kiss to thrust the shirt over the taller boy's head, leaving his chest uncovered.
Flinging the red top to the floor behind him Eddy once again leaned in to continue, but was stopped as he felt the bed rise, relieved of the weight as Double D stood and walked around Eddy in an attempt to retrieve his lost clothing. Eddy watched his friend quizzically
"Where are you going?" Terror raced through Eddy's mind. This is what he'd been afraid of all along. He had felt Double D grab his shoulders earlier and feared that it could all be over, and so he had just hung on, desperate for that one last moment of happiness before everything came crashing down.
"I'm sorry Eddy. But this isn't who I am... We both know that..." Double D apologised sadly. He knew that he would come to regret that first kiss. Eddy had always been someone who could never stop once he'd had a taste of something he liked, and Double D had known all along that it was the wrong thing to do. Why build his friend's hopes up? But he had been longing for that simple contact so much. He guessed it must have been the loneliness that came with living in that big house alone most nights. Is this what he had been reduced to just to gain companionship?
"Look, I know you've been drinking. I can smell it all over you. And I know all too well the effects that alcohol can have over a person's perception and sense of reality, so I would suggest that maybe I should go home, leave you to gather your thoughts and we can talk about this in the morning... ok?"
Eddy watched as Double D's gaze fell to the floor. Another surge of emotion flooded over him. Guilt that he had betrayed Double D's trust, fear that he would not be forgiven, anger that Double D had pulled away from him when, for the fist time in years, he had been so close to him, and finally, as his gaze drifted back to the shadows of the closet, urgency. He couldn't let him walk away now. This would not satisfy Kevin. He could risk, not only loosing Double D, but also loosing the rest of his friends – not to mention his reputation – if he let him leave.
Double D bent to retrieve the shirt that had been so carelessly tossed to the ground, but before he could reach it he felt Eddy's hands roughly grab his shoulders, spinning him round and pushing him back to the bed
"Eddy! What are you..." Double D never finished his sentence as Eddy's lips fell on top of his, once again capturing them eagerly. He could not understand it – he expected Eddy to have been a little upset at his refusal, angered even. But this? He had never anticipated that Eddy would react like this. He fought against the shorter boy, but Eddy was far stronger than he was, and certainly carried a lot more weight than the lean boy pinned beneath him.
Eddy's eyes began to flood with tears of guilt, of sadness and of need. He wanted to stop. He wanted so desperately to stop, beg for his friend's forgiveness and abruptly deny Kevin of having any further part of his sinister games, and yet... He couldn't. Fear and cowardice prevented it, as well as his overwhelming need to feel the warmth of his friend's silk skin against his own. He took one last, lingering, look at the spot where Kevin hid, and moved his hands down to undo the button of Double D's loose black jeans.
Horror surged through Double D's body as he made one final attempt to haul Eddy off his body, this time catching the blonde off guard and throwing his form to the bed beside him. He shot to the other side of the room – dangerously close to Kevin's hiding place and stood, trembling as his friend drew himself from his position and advanced toward the pale boy, who now had tears of distress streaming down his cheeks.
"Please... don't..." he stammered as Eddy reached out to harness him yet again. Too slow. Double D darted toward the door and grasped the handle.
Locked?
Eddy breathed a sigh of relief. He knew locking the door would be a necessary action in case Double D were to try and escape. The longhaired boy pulled desperately on the handle of the door, frantic for release from the room before collapsing to the floor, sobs wreaking through his body as all energy drained from him.
"Don't be such a coward Double D. You never know, you might enjoy it. Heaven knows that you could use a little excitement in your life" Eddy could hardly believe these words were coming out of his own mouth. There words weren't his. They were Kevin's words. Had this situation, this feeling of authority, turned him into the tyrant that Kevin was? Had he to become twisted by his own power.
He reached out to touch his friend's shoulder in an attempt to comfort the broken boy, but he violently recoiled, racing once again away from Eddy, this time toward the bedside table, knocking over the lava lamp that stood astride it causing it to shatter. Glass flew in every direction and the loud smash that resounded through the room seemed to wake Eddy from his thoughts as he watched in horror as the clear liquid wax that dripped onto the carpet was mixing with deep red as blood poured from a deep gash lining the palm of Double D's hand.
Cautiously, Eddy stepped toward his trembling friend
"Double D... I'm so sorry... I don't know what came over me..." he trailed off as he delicately reached out to hold his friend's wrist in an attempt to get a closer look at the cut. Double D did not try to resist, and as Eddy's hand wrapped around his pale arm he suddenly felt a little calmer, though still very anxious of Eddy's proximity. Eddy stared at the angry tear in his friend's delicate and pale skin and noticed that his hand was able to wrap around his wrist completely. When had Double D gotten to be so thin? He lifted his eyes to Double D's still exposed chest and froze in horror as he noted the tender bruises and abrasions that graced his body. He knew that he had not caused them... he might have been a little rough, but not this forceful. So who did? Double D lifted his gaze to stare into his friend's eyes and understood perfectly the unasked questions that drifted between them. He dropped his gaze once more to the floor and closed his eyes, not wanting to provide the answers to any of these questions.
Eddy dropped the fragile wrist he held in his hands and blinked teas from his eyes as he saw yet more bruises lining the base of Double D's neck. Four small purple smudges that looked just like fingerprints. They were too small to be the fingerprints of a teenager so it can't have been Kevin or any of the other jerks at school... Memories suddenly flashed across Eddy's mind. Visions of earlier that evening when he had noticed just how many bottles had lined Double D's parent's liquor cabinet. The sadness in his friend's voice as he told him that he knew better than anyone the effects of alcohol. The fact that his parents were hardly ever home, yet somehow had complete control over their son. The pieces of the puzzle were all falling into place to create a most disturbing picture, and the guilt that swamped Eddy's thoughts was agonizing. He wanted to be there for his friend, to comfort him, to tell him how sorry he was, but he knew that this was hardly the time to do it, and he was hardly the person that Double D would want to speak to about something so intimate after this disaster.
Slowly he walked away from Double D and carefully unlocked the door, giving him a free exit from the room, which Double D took no hesitation in using as he darted through the passageway, clutching his shirt to his chest protectively.
Eddy watched him leave. Tears of rage began to boil inside him and he viciously swung round to tear Kevin out of hiding. How could he have let this happen? Double D was his friend – his best friend. And now he had just thrown all of that away. How could he have been so blind not to see how much pain those emerald eyes were trying to hide? Was he so wrapped up in his own life that he didn't even care for anyone else? And worse of all – how could he betray the man he loved for Kevin and their petty rivalry? How could he put his own importance before his friends happiness? God how he hated Kevin. He needed a release, a way to relieve the tension and the anger that was building inside him. Punching Kevin right in the jaw would do just nicely. He prepared himself for the coming onslaught. Ready to shriek and scream at the redhead for putting him through all of this pain. He was going to regret the day her ever messed with Eddy's hot temper. Eddy ground his teeth as he placed his hands on the handle and wildly thrust the door back on its hinges to reveal...
Nothing.
Kevin sat at his own bedroom window and watched Double D run across the street, long black hair billowing behind him as he ran in the wind and the rain toward the far end of the cul-de-sac. He threw his head back and laughed. This was working like a charm... if only he could see the look on eddy's face...
And there we have Chapter 6! Hope that wasn't too distressing... the poor little guy... Double D just doesn't have that much luck at the hands of us fanfiction authors does he? As always, thank you for the reviews and please keep them rolling in!
