Disclaimer - I do not own or profit from Ed, Edd N Eddy. Rated M for sexual situations, Eddy's foul tongue,and the fact that I lay no claim to this being anything more than a smut story. The episode abused in this chapter is the Valentine's Day episode, "Hanky Panky Hullabaloo".

Once more, special thanks be to darthelwig, for inspiring this whole series.

Also, this is a very, very, very late birthday present for Rayeli, who is a wonderful person and an even more wonderful friend. She requested this episode be used, and without her I never would've thought of it. I tried to make this chapter a bit longer than the others, and if it came out a little on the sweet side, well... I hope no one minds. ('grin')

I hope you enjoy where I took your idea, my friend. And I'm sorry it took so long to get written – I just really wanted to get it right. Happy very late Birthday!

Anyway, enjoy. Peace, all.

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Tales From The Cul-De-Sac

Chapter Eight – First Aid

by Ghost Helwig

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Ed was leaning down towards him. Damn Double D and his big, stupid mouth, basically commanding the impressionable Ed to give him mouth-to-mouth – Eddy did not need Ed's mouth on his, no way, no thank you!

But too late, because Ed's lips were descending to his and-

Oh, well, fuck.

This was wrong. Wrong on so many, many levels. Ed's lips should not feel so warm, and so soft, and at the very edge of his hearing there was the unmistakable sound of Double D's quiet chuckling...

They were in school, for fuck's sake! But Ed was still kissing him, in that delectable way he had, kissing but not really, and Eddy was starting to forget why school mattered so damn much... Wasn't he the rebel, anyway? The rebel leader, no less. Oh yes, he led them, led the others, that was him all right...

But God, could Ed kiss.

When Ed made to pull away, Eddy yanked him back down. Fuck school and fuck the rules and dammit, now he wanted Ed to fuck him...

Which Ed - no fool, now, not about this – seemed to be quickly on his way to doing.

As Ed's fingers teased him, stroked up underneath his shirt, he could hear someone panting, someone whose breath was obviously hissing through the gap between his teeth. Eddy smiled inwardly. Victory was sweet, even when no one had any idea you thought you were winning...

He was making less and less sense, now, but Ed was on him, and grinding him down into the floor, and if their clothes weren't removed soon Eddy would rip them off. They weren't doing him any good now, anyway.

Annoying, bothersome things, clothes. Kinda like his brain, that wouldn't just shut the fuck up and let him enjoy the moment. Annoying, bothersome thing.

Ed's hands were rough, skating over his skin, and somehow they'd both gotten naked but Eddy had absolutely no memory of how. Not that it mattered, with Ed bent over him, funny angle, that, but Ed was bent over him, kissing him-

Only now he was surrounded by a tight, wet heat, and he couldn't figure out how that was possible.

When Ed pulled back a bit to catch his breath, Eddy's blurry eyes traveled down his own body, saw a dark head bobbing slightly in his lap. Oh. Edd. With his hat off, his hair down. Going down on him.

And then, Double D moved, and Ed moved, and Eddy felt something join him in the slick warmth of Double D's sweet mouth.

Very carefully, Ed bent forward and kissed him again. Lucky he was so tall, he made up for Eddy's lack - and even in his own mind Eddy was vaguely annoyed with himself for acknowledging his own, ah, 'shortcomings'. So what if he wasn't tall, wasn't a damn giant like Ed was...

Oh, wow. Whatever Double D had just done with his tongue felt even better when he was pressed up against Ed in that small, burning cavern. And soon enough Eddy was crying out, losing himself, fully expecting Ed to get lost, too...

Only he didn't.

Eddy came to with Double D placing slow, open-mouthed kisses on his shoulder, and Ed fingering him, getting him wet with the lube Eddy's own body had so thoughtfully provided. How odd, to have your own slickness used to prepare you. How like a woman's body, really. How wonderful. How nice...

The calm euphoria his ecstasy had placed him in was abruptly broken, as Ed pushed hard into him. Then it was all tight-hot-heat­ – so much heat - and Ed's hard muscle and soft skin and tough bones pushing at him, and Double D's sweet voice whisper-quiet in his ear, saying nothing but meaning everything...

For all the gentleness he showed his friends, in this – as in everything else that allowed Ed to lose control – he was not gentle, not really. But Eddy didn't want him to be. If he wanted a slow, hard ride, he'd let Double D do him – that was always accompanied by tender kisses raining on his neck, a gentle voice crying out softly in his ear, the whisper of skin sliding smoothly along skin...

Ed was harsher, rough, less refined. Animalistic in a way Eddy could appreciate. Like right then, as he thrust in and out so hard Eddy practically saw stars, he knew he'd be sore in the morning but that hardly seemed to matter when it felt as good as this...

One last, rough thrust that made Eddy slide a couple of inches forward on the floor (and how that hurt, tile-burn was almost worse than rug-burn), and then Ed was biting down hard on his shoulder and driving him down into the ground and releasing his pleasure with a muffled scream that Eddy could feel inside his own chest...

When Ed pulled out, Eddy thought it must be over, must certainly be over, which was almost kind of sad. But then Double D was bent over him, smiling down at him, kissing him and gently thrusting their hips together. Eddy nearly sighed in contentment. He knew what was, for lack of a better term, 'coming'.

And sure enough, after more long, slow kisses – this time on his half-open, inviting lips - Double D slid inside him, and Ed's tongue – where had Ed come from, so quickly? And without Eddy even seeing him? – slid inside his mouth as his lips began to devour Eddy's, and suddenly Eddy felt that they were coming home; finding their rest inside him, within the comforts of his body.

Which was ludicrous. Lust must be addling his brain.

But as Double D began to slowly rock his hips, and Ed's tongue began a slow exploration of Eddy's mouth, Eddy hoped that if this were him going crazy, he stayed insane.

After all, there were worse things than going pleasure-mad-

And if Eddy had still had the ability to think, he could've named quite a few.

Like being alone, without. But that... didn't seem to be much of a problem anymore.

And as Ed continued to kiss him deeply, almost as deeply as Double D reached inside him with his long, excruciatingly slow thrusts, the back of Eddy's mind (the only part of him available for thinking at the moment) doubted it ever would be again.