WARNING: PHYSICAL ABUSE AND NOT VERY HAPPY ROMANTIC THINGS IN THIS. LIKE? REALLY BAD DON'T READ THIS IF EXTREME BLOODY FACE FUCKS TRIGGER YOU THAT'S ALL I HAVE TO SAY

Edd often finds himself wishing he could find healthier ways to deal with his feelings. He recognized that he had a lot of attachment issues and he realized that this was the root of his problems, yet he couldn't stop himself from taking the actions that, in the end, hurt him more than sitting in his room and crying ever would.

He realized this, but he still couldn't stop himself.

He'd chalked it up to have to do with his religious treatment of a brain. He'd chalked it up to preferring feeling physical pain over mental torture. Though he's not sure anyone would choose the latter.

He didn't hurt himself. Not directly. He didn't like to think of it that way. He wasn't hurting himself, he was being punished.

He'd realized around middle school that, as long as he finished his chores, his parents couldn't care less about what he did. Like everything else in their lives, Edd was a tool. He tried to get their attention, calling out to them with subtle things, but they never noticed. Never cared. He supposed that's where his issues go back to. That if he did what he does, it feels like someone cares.

He thought about all of this as he was vandalizing his neighbor's bike. He'd never let this follow him home before, but on this night he was particularly desperate.

The day before, he had graduated high school. Valedictorian. His parents didn't even show up. When he got home he cried. It wasn't like before though, he couldn't go to school the next day and provoke bullies. He had to improvise.

So at around three in the morning he woke up and ran across the street, where he knew the beautiful monster of a motorbike would be parked in the driveway.

When Kevin woke up, he hopped out of bed and rushed to get ready. Now that school was over, he has lots of time to fix up his bike before going off to university.

He knew the bike would draw some real sexual attention. Nothing like a kid on athletic scholarship with an ass like his and a bike like this. The way Kevin saw it, he'd be knee-deep in pussy before his first classes even start.

He was whistling when he stepped out of his house. A towel in one hand and a lemonade in the other, he was prepared for a long day of working on his baby.

When he rounded the corner to his driveway, everything seemed to happen in flashes. First, he dropped his glass. His feet were in motion before it even shattered, moving to the mess of parts laying where his bike once was. Whoever did this knew what they were doing. Kevin's vision turned red as he examined the disassembled, mangled motorcycle parts. On the scratched body, he noticed some yellow hanging off of it. He grabbed it, his thick fingers crumpling the small piece of paper.

If you wish to find me, you know where I am.
- Double D

Kevin's feet began to move to his neighbor's across the street before he even told them to do so. The steps he took weren't much of steps as they were stomps, his strides much longer than was normal. When he got to the door, he immediately grabbed the doorknob, shaking the door. He heard the click of the lock and jerked the door open, knocking the figure that unlocked it to the ground. Stepping in, he slammed the door behind himself. Edd lay on the ground in front of him, rubbing his forehead.

Kevin reached down, grabbing Double D by the collar of his t-shirt and pulling him face to face. "I just have one question, dork," Kevin snarled. To his surprise, Double D smirked back at him, the gap in his teeth almost taunting.

"What is it?"

Gritting his teeth, Kevin asked, "Why'd you do it?"

"A simple question," Edd took his time speaking, studying the growing rage on his abuser's face. "Perhaps I knew you would retaliate."

Kevin took a moment to assess the situation. In some rational part of his mind, when he first saw the note, he had thought that maybe Edd was being set up. He wasn't the dork that came to mind when this kind of destruction was involved. For a moment, Kevin held him there, and then it all began to make sense. Well, sort of.

"You want to hurt? You fucked with the right person."

Kevin threw Double D to the ground, kicking him in the chest before lowering himself to his knees and pinning him to the ground. He punched him relentlessly, not even bothering to aim and even missing his face a few times in his rage. When he finally stopped, he looked at the bloody face beneath him.

"You want to be humiliated? I'll fucking show you humiliation."

Edd looked up at Kevin, his big blue eyes still taunting him even though they both had bruises forming around them. His nose was bleeding, and it seemed his mouth was too. There were more bruises beginning to form on his right cheekbone and the outline of his jaw. Kevin studied his damage, but it wasn't near enough to compete with what the pathetic lump of dork beneath him did to his precious baby. He needed to break him.

In a flash, Kevin stood and pulled Edd to his knees. He almost slouched over, but Kevin gripped the top of his head and held him up again. Then, Kevin unbuttoned his shorts, dropping them around his ankles and his boxers soon followed. He wasn't hard, but that wasn't about to stop him.

He replaced his hand on top of Edd's head, growling when he saw his lips curve up into a pathetic little smile despite all of this. He jerked Edd forward until those blood covered lips were touching his cock and jerked at the warmth. Edd stuck out his tongue and licked the flaccid dick in front of him. When Kevin growled, he opened his mouth and almost began to laugh when he immediately thrust into it. Kevin's hand was gripping him hard enough that he could feel him pulling hair out under his hat. His focus shifted from that when the cock in his mouth began to grow harder and the thrusts in his mouth grew sloppier.

Kevin looked down at the pathetic image in front of him. A bloody Edd being fucked in the mouth, almost reveling in it. If he hadn't been in such a rage, he might have felt sorry for the kid. Right now, though, sorry was the last thing on the long list of feelings he had for Double D. He gripped harder on his hair, growling and groaning and grunting at every thrust he made into the bloody mouth. He noticed that his cock had blood on it, and almost smiled when he watched Double D's eyes squeeze shut as his dick slammed over his split lip. The little bitch deserved this.

Kevin's jaw slacked and his breathing became rugged. Regardless of how it got there, his cock was in an extremely warm, extremely wet orifice and he wouldn't be able to do this forever. His eyes rolled back into his head as his hips rolled into the mouth that now almost eagerly wrapped around his cock. This probably would have annoyed him if he also hadn't noticed the small tears running down Edd's face. He felt a familiar heat in his lower abdomen as he continued his thrusting, and before he knew it he was about to tip over the edge. When he felt it coming, he jerked back Edd's head so hard he heard him whimper, and came all over his face.

Edd noticed that cum, when sinking into open wounds, stung like hell and he smiled. Smiled despite the beating, despite having his face fucked, and despite the pain of semen in his cuts. Kevin punched him in the face and he lost consciousness, but he didn't lose his smile.

I'M SO SORRY,,,,,