A Good Edd Is Hard To Find
Summary:
The Ed's encounter with Bro takes a dark turn as the savage sibling concocts a dangerous game for Eddy and Double D. The race is on for Ed, Eddy and the kids of the cul-de-sac to save Edd from Eddy's brother. Friendships will be questioned. Sanity will be strained. Will the Eds be separated for good?
Triggers include Pedophilia, Child Grooming, Child Abuse, Sexual Assualt, Possible Dub-Con, Drunken Behavior, Alcohol Abuse, and Physical and Verbal Abuse. Other warnings include Violence and Language.
Pairings include BroEdd and EddyEdd. Subtle Hints at other pairings, but BroEdd and EddyEdd are the main two that will be focused on it.
This is being co-written by DuoXKouga and Battygirl.
DuoXKouga: We are very slow at updating. Very stressed about things and we hope to have the next chapter up soon-ish. Hope you guys enjoy it. Once again, we apologize for slow updates lately!
Battygirl: Sorry again for the slow updates. Things have been kind've rough lately. We'll see what we can do about getting chapter 6 out quicker…I'll also do what I can to make sure there are no more issues with the chapters. I don't know what keeps happening. I'll keep a close eye on it from now on and hopefully those issues won't pop up anymore. As always, reviews are most welcome.
Chapter 5: Make Him An Edd He Can't Refuse
Edd groans as a sharp, throbbing pain makes itself known to him as he lays on the bed, trying to gather his scrambled thoughts.
"Eddy…?" he whimpers at the pain in his head as he tries to raise himself into a sitting position.
He fails several times before his shaking arms finally manage to lift his body up. Sitting Indian style, he cradles his head in his hands. His eyes snap open when he feels the absence of his hat. Panic takes him as he looks around desperately for it. Slowly, images appear in his mind as he recalls what happened before he blacked out. He can feel his bottom lip tremble as tears gather in his eyes. No. He gives a small sniffle. He must remain strong.
However, staying strong doesn't mean he can deny the unfairness he is facing. He can't believe he had lost his hat to that brute! Curling his body forward, he buries his face into his knees and weeps bitterly. He wants so badly to just go home! Everything about this situation is completely unjustified! He clenches his hands into fists and pounds them into the mattress as he screams.
"Why?!" he wails as he sits up, scrubbing at his eyes as tears cascade down his cheeks. The anger, the sadness, the hurt, the fear…it's all just so overwhelming. "I want to go home! I want my friends!"
Edd sobs for a few minutes, clearly distraught as he curls into himself on the bed. He'd been through so much these past few days. He's hungry, aching all over, and his dearest friend's brother had done the most awful, degrading things to him in the span of a few hours. Bringing his hand up to his neck, he winces; his fingers grazing the mark the man had left there. He whimpers, his sobs dying down to sputtering whimpers.
After a while, he resorts to just lying on the bed in exhaustion. Shivers wrack his body as he resorts to shallow breathing. He grasps at his arms in a desperate attempt to comfort himself. The muffled sound of a door opening and then shutting jolts him from his sorrows. He looks to the door, afraid. Terry had either just walked into the trailer or he was leaving. Judging by the fact that the man hadn't come to silence him when he was screaming to himself, Edd assumes it to be the former.
He does his best to ignore it. After everything that had happened today, he's through dealing with that man. For a moment longer, he keeps listening. He wonders what Terry is up to. The man seems more interested in the kitchen. Edd assumes he must be drinking again. He catches vague sounds. The refrigerator door opening, the clinking of a bottle, the door closing again. Yes, Terry's definitely drinking again. With a sigh, Edd relaxes against the bed.
In his state of meditation, he becomes slowly aware of himself and his surroundings. The room he's in is cold — not so much that he would get sick if not covered properly, but there's a distinct chill in the air that unsettles him some. Despite the emptiness of the room, it's rather filthy. Dust clings to the walls and the floor. The sheets of the bed are musty and could probably do with a wash.
A harsh gasp rips itself from Edd's chest as he looks down at himself. It suddenly occurs to him that he hasn't bathed for a whole day. The night before, he'd been drenched in sweat and muck from a swamp and since then he'd slept in his clothes on more than one occasion. He's absolutely filthy! Anxiety grips him. He feels his body itching terribly. His clothing is contaminated with millions of dead skin cells. He has to wash!
He bites his lip, his gaze is pulled to the door. If he wants a bath, he'll have to deal with Terry. He worries about the implications of such an encounter. Previous encounters had proven that the man is not above hitting him or fondling him. Edd questions whether he can handle more of that. Ultimately, he decides it will be worth it if it means a bath. Just imagining the water washing over him is enough to ebb away at some of his anxiety.
Taking a deep breath, he pulls himself up to stand on weary legs. He wobbles some and falls back onto the mattress at first. He's still pretty dazed. After a moment, he tries again. He stumbles to his feet, but he holds himself up this time. He takes struggling steps to the door and slumps against it. His vision is blurring and he whines in pain. Reaching a hand up to the back of his neck, his fingers brush against the large swollen knot there. Sharp pain shoots down his spine, making him cringe and whimper.
Of course he would forget the head injury he received…
He tries the knob first to open the door. Locked. He whimpers a bit. As he'd suspected, the man had locked him in.
Looking up at the door, he forces himself to speak; "Terry?"
His voice sounds pained, even to his own ears. For a moment, there's no response. The sound of something heavy scraping against the linoleum floor in the kitchen startles him some. Footsteps soon echo down the hallway, approaching the door. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he tries again to speak.
"He-hello…?" he calls out fearfully.
He rests his hand against the door, leaning his head against it. The footsteps stop far from the door. Edd almost feels hopeful. His eyes are focused higher on the door, looking where he imagines the man would stand.
"Please…" he begs, "Please, help me…I…I'm sorry…I'm so sorry, Terry…"
No answer.
He begins to grow desperate; "Please! I've learned my lesson, Terry, I swear!" Tears are stinging his eyes. "I beg of you! Please let me out!"
Silence.
The panic seeps into his veins and his breathing becomes erratic as the need to be clean slowly overwhelms him.
"Terry, please!" he cries louder, rapping his knuckles on the door, "Let me out! I desperately need to wash! Please!"
Again, he receives no response, but there's no silence. The footsteps pick up again, but this time they're walking away. He begins to pound on the door with his weak fists.
"No! No please!" he sobs, dragging his nails over the wood, "Please, come back! Let me out of here! Terry!"
The footsteps disappear into the kitchen and the scraping happens again. Edd assumes it's a chair moving over the floor. The man has taken a seat again. Edd screams and starts hitting the door harder, making the wood shudder with each strike of his fists as his desperation turns to full panic.
"Please! PLEASE!" he screams in an almost delirious state as he slams his hands into the door, "I'm sorry! Please! I beg of you! I'll do anything you ask! Just let me wash! Please! Anything you want, I'll do it! Just come back! Please!"
Edd's hands are a bright red and bruising with each strike against the door. Redder and redder they become. It's not much longer before the swollen skin near his palm splits. He yelps, yanking his hand to his chest. His bruised and battered hand has split open from the brutal pounding and is bleeding profusely. Edd screams and sobs for Terry to let him out.
"Please!" he bawls, "My hand! I-I need medical attention! Let me out, please! I beg you! Let me shower! Let me treat my hand!"
He shakes there on the floor as the blood from his hand drips down onto his exposed knees making him cringe. There's no answer from the man. No movement to be heard. Hopelessness takes him. The man is actively ignoring him.
"Terry please!" he begs pathetically, "Please help me! I need you! Please!"
With every statement, Edd loses more of his crumbling grip on sanity. He's willing to say anything to make the man help him. To prostrate himself before his tormentor and offer him anything he desired. Anything to end his agony and grant him relief. He tries to stabilize himself; to piece his fragile thoughts back together. The itch is getting worse. A bath. He needs to wash!
Reluctantly, Edd resigns himself to the fact that the man isn't going to come, at least not any time soon. That being the case, he realizes that he'll have to deal with his injured hand himself. Turning his head to the bed and then to his hand, he works out a solution in his mind. Stumbling, he approaches the sheets and wraps his bleeding hand up in them. His shirt and pants are stained with blood and there are several drops on the floor. Cradling his aching hand to his chest, Edd lays himself down upon the bed again, sobbing.
He loses himself again to his own whimpering sobs. Several minutes pass by. Edd's crying dwindles away some. He's just lying on the bed, trying not to move to avoid the pain in his head and his hand. In his anguish, he doesn't hear the footsteps return. He doesn't hear the door unlock and open. Doesn't notice Terry entering the room.
The man pushes his way through the door and looks down at the preteen on the bed. The kid's a complete mess. Edd is lying on his side, his hand wrapped heavily in the bed sheet. There's blood on the boy's shirt and shorts, a few flecks of blood on his knees. He frowns slightly before approaching the bed. He takes a seat beside him, gently touching Edd's shoulder to let the teen know of his presence.
Edd flinches, obviously startled and his head snaps to look up at Terry. A mixture of fear, hurt, and hope crosses his face as Terry reaches slowly towards Edd's injured hand. He makes a motion for Edd to give him his hand. The boy hesitates, but after a few seconds lifts his hand and allows Terry to take it.
Carefully, the man unwraps the sheets from the wounded appendage. Terry looks over the cut, gently taking Edd's small, trembling hand into his own once it's free of the bindings so he can get a good look at it.
"Please…" he glances up when he hears the soft, tearful whimper, "Please let me wash…"
He looks at the boy; noting the obvious in how severely distressed Edd is by his injury and state of cleanliness. He lets a small smile slip and reaches out to cup Edd's chin with his free hand.
"Shhh…It'll be alright, Princess," Terry's voice is soft, so caring and gentle. It shocks Edd. The boy stares at him with wide eyes as the man stands from the bed. "Why don't we get you cleaned up and get this cut taken care of?"
Edd's heart leaps for joy when he hears that. He gives a small sob of relief as he allows the man to help him up and walk. Soon, he'll be clean!
He clings to the man's arm as they walk. His vision is less blurry, but it feels as though the ground is rocking beneath him. Terry is stable, however, drawing Edd to realize that it's all him. He's still a bit dizzy from the blow to his head. To avoid looking at the ground, he glances up at the man leading him along.
Everything about this situation seems…wrong. Is this the same person who had threatened him? The same person who had handled him so roughly? Who had hit him and mocked him? Now, those hands which had struck him are holding him up gently, ushering him carefully along. Edd wants so badly to question it, but his mind is clouded by pain and his desperate compulsion.
He's led down the hallway to a bathroom. It's small, but there's enough room for two adults to move around without tripping over themselves. After Edd has walked in, the man closes and locks the door behind them. He has Edd sit on the closed lid of the toilet seat before turning and walking a few steps to the faucet of the bathtub. Carefully, Edd removes his shoes and sets them and his socks aside neatly out of the way. The floor is cold, but soothing to the boy's aching feet and he sighs softly in relief at that.
The water begins running. Edd cranes his neck to see into the tub. He rises to his feet, brow furrowed. He imagines the water against his skin, washing away the grime and the pain. It makes him anxious to start his bath. Standing at the edge of the tub, he watches the water rise slowly.
He doesn't notice Terry behind him, knife in hand. Doesn't notice the man's hand grabbing his shirt and using the blade to cut the orange material off of him. It's only when he feels Terry's hand caress his shoulder as the remnants of his shirt are removed that he notices that his chest is bare. The man had even cut the tie off of his neck as well. He squeaks in shock and whips around to him.
"Wh-What do you think you're doing?!" he cries, covering his chest.
He gasps when he catches sight of the knife that's still in the man's hand.
"Easy, Princess," Terry chuckles, folding the switchblade closed. He sets it behind him on the counter the sink is set into. "That bump on your head would make it hard to take your shirt off, don'tcha think?"
This startles Edd some. He hadn't considered that, but the man has a point. The back of his head is still terribly sore. Pulling the shirt off normally may have been painful. He looks to the ground where the torn shirt and cut tie lay, mourning the loss silently before returning his gaze to the man before him. Terry's watching him carefully. Edd hunches his shoulders a bit, trying to cover himself more than he's able.
"Eh…Th-Thank you," he mumbles, "I-I think I can handle things from…from here…"
Terry's grin spreads some; "I don't think so, sweetheart."
Edd's eyes widen a bit; "What?!"
"You really expect me to leave you alone with that head wound?" the man asks in an innocent tone, "Of course you don't. You may hurt yourself more." He grabs Edd's chin, urging the boy to look at him. "And we can't have that, now can we?"
Edd shivers and tries to back up a little. His legs hit the edge of the bathtub and he starts to fall. He cries out, his eyes shutting tight. Terry is quicker, though, and his arm is around Edd's back, pulling the boy to his chest. Shaking some, Edd clings to the man's shirt, feeling only a sense of gratitude to have been saved from the fall. Terry smirks in triumph as Edd's pleas run through his head.
I'll do anything you ask!…Anything you want, I'll do it!…I need you!
He wonders vaguely if he can cash in on that now. Edd is clinging desperately to him. He may very well be able to get the boy to do whatever he asks. After a moment, however, he dismisses it. Not now.
Not just yet…
Pushing Edd away, he forces an irate tone; "You can open your eyes, Princess. You're fine."
Edd looks up at him, blushing shyly, and steps away, careful of the edge of the tub. Terry leans past him and turns off the water, which has reached an appropriate level. The boy looks around for a towel to cover himself with — anything so he doesn't expose himself entirely to the man before stepping into the water. Terry rolls his eyes.
"The hell are you waiting for?" he snaps.
Edd sighs and turns reluctantly towards the tub. He returns his eyes to Terry.
"Please, may I have even the slightest bit of privacy?" he begs, "Can you at least turn away until I'm in the water?"
"I'm sure it's nothing I haven't seen before, sweetheart," Terry grumbles.
Feeling himself starting to panic, Edd glances at the tub again. The water looks so inviting. So warm. His hesitation draws a groan from the man.
"Would you just strip and get in already?" he growls impatiently, "Fuck. Here I am being all generous and shit; letting you take the bath you keep bitching and moaning about and you're not even gonna get in the damn water?!"
He takes a few calming breaths as the boy cowers from him. He grabs Edd's scrawny arm and yanks him close.
"Well, maybe you want to go back to the room instead?" he threatens, "Maybe you need a little more time in solitary to teach you real fucking obedience?"
"No!" Edd whimpers, grabbing at his wrist, "Not there! Not again, please! Don't put me back in that filthy room! I'll do anything! Just don't take me back there!"
Terry fights against the smirk that wants to break out on his face as he lets go of the boy; "Then hurry it up. The water ain't gonna stay warm for long, ya know."
The boy is still hesitant, but finally gives in. Keeping his eyes trained on the water to avoid looking anywhere near the man behind him, Edd quickly, but carefully pulls down his shorts and underwear.
Terry watches him in sadistic pleasure. There are several bruises over the boy's body. Most are over his arms. He can make out the vague shapes of his fingers where he'd grabbed the kid, the rings of bruises around his wrists from the handcuffs, the hickey he'd left on the boy's neck. He strokes his goatee in a vain attempt to stifle his arousal as the boy folds his clothing as neatly as he can before slipping into the water. The sight of the boy's soft skin now slippery with the water doesn't help. He feels himself growing hard in his pants.
As Edd takes a seat, Terry removes his ring and flannel over shirt. The boy pulls his legs up to his chest in an attempt to cover himself before looking around shyly for some soap and shampoo. To distract himself some, Terry reaches into the sink behind him and retrieves an ice pack. Edd's startled to see it and chastises himself for not noticing it before. Terry hands him the pack.
"Hold this against your head," he instructs as the boy takes it, "It should help with the swelling."
Edd nods shyly and holds the pack against the back of his head. He cringes a bit at the pain and the cold, but soon relaxes against the sensation. For a moment, he just sits in the warm water, letting the ice do its work. He's startled from the calm as his other arm is grasped. His injured hand is taken into the man's larger one and he whips his attention to him.
"Wh-What are you doing now?!" he stutters.
"You wanna get clean, don't ya?" Terry asks cocking his brow, a bar of soap in his hand, "If you wait too long for that swelling to go down, the water will get cold. Now hold still."
Grudgingly, Edd allows the man to continue washing him. This feels so degrading. He's not some invalid or insipid child who cannot bathe himself! He turns his head a bit to avoid looking at the man in his shame. Closing his eyes, he rests his forehead on his knees, trying to focus on enjoying his bath. He winces when the man starts cleaning the cut. The soap stings, but he bears with it. Best to get it cleaned out before infection set in, he supposes. The warm water feels good against his skin, as does the soap when it's moved from his cut. He feels the filth from the past couple of days washing away. The pain in the back of his head is even hurting less than before. He can feel the swelling start to go down as well. It feels nice…
At least until the man's hand moves from his arm to his chest. Edd glances at him, shivering some. Terry uses his other hand to support Edd's upper back and to keep him still. Edd pulls his arm back and tries to cover himself even below the water. Terry rolls his eyes.
"Easy, Princess," he coos mockingly.
He leans over Edd some as he washes the boy's torso. His fingers graze the Edd's soft skin as he does so. He bites back a moan, glancing at the boy's blushing face. A grin creeps onto his lips. The temptation is too much…Bringing his hand up Edd's back a bit, he begins rubbing at the base of the boy's neck. The back of his hand brushes against Edd's as he urges the boy closer. Edd's free hand is slapped down onto the edge of the tub, to support himself as he glances at the man.
"T-Terry?" he whimpers questioningly, "P-Please, you're invading my personal spa—"
He's silenced by the man pressing his lips roughly against his own. He's pushed back against the wall behind the bathtub, his hand holding the ice pack trapped behind him. His other hand comes up to grasp helplessly at the man's sleeve. Terry abandons his hold on the soap, letting it drop between the boy's legs as he brings his hand up to cup Edd's cheek. With a moan, his tongue darts out, pushing its way past Edd's lips. The boy cries out in shock, pushing desperately against Terry's shoulder. The man sneaks a glance at him before pulling back again. He watches in twisted pleasure as Edd curls in on himself, trying to back away into a corner.
"Wh-What on earth are you doing?!" he demands. Terry chuckles, drawing the boy to bristle in anger. "Th-This is highly inappropriate! I'm twelve years old!"
He holds his arms over his chest, ignoring the cold of the ice pack as it's pressed against his arm. Retrieving the soap that had fallen into his lap, he holds it against his chest.
"I can finish bathing myself, thank you!" he snaps, "I insist you give me my privacy!"
The boy recoils some as a frightening look flashes in the man's eyes. He watches Terry stand, hands reaching for the hem of his jersey.
"I ain't leaving you alone in here," he informs the boy, removing his shirt, "And if you're going to be this stubborn, maybe I should just join you?"
Cold dread runs down Edd's spine as the man reaches for his pants. With a yelp, Edd shuts his eyes tight, holding the ice pack over his face.
"N-No!" he cries, "Not that! Please!"
Terry grins triumphantly and sits down on the edge of the tub, leaving his shirt off.
"Good," he purrs, "Well, if you wanna finish washing by yourself, go ahead."
Edd whimpers, lowering the ice pack. There's still a bit of swelling in the back of his head, but it had gone down significantly. He feels safe in the belief that he would be able to wash his hair without much pain. Terry holds his hand towards him and the boy shakily hands the ice pack to him. As the man places the pack back into the sink, Edd looks around the edges of the bathtub, finding the shampoo behind him. Trying to avoid the man's eyes on him, he sets the soap back into his lap and grabs the bottle.
Where Terry is sitting beside him, he can feel the man moving some. Turning uneasily, Edd finds that he has grabbed a bowl. He assumes it was sitting in the sink as well. Edd watches him carefully as Terry leans over and scoops up some of the water.
"Tilt your head back, sweetheart," the man instructs.
Closing his eyes, Edd follows the direction before laying his head back. A moment later, he feels the water washing over his head, wetting his hair. Afterwards, the boy brings his head back up and opens his eyes, doing what he can to keep Terry in his sights. He opens the bottle of shampoo and pours a fair amount into his hand. After recapping the bottle and setting it back where he'd found it, he lathers the shampoo in his hands before rubbing it into his hair. He's unsettled by the silence. A question weighs heavily on his mind. Now seems to be a good a time as any to ask…
"Why are you doing this?" he asks, hoping he sounds more confident in his question than he thinks.
Terry eyes him carefully; "You'll have to be more specific, Princess."
Edd feels a hopeless desperation; "This! Kidnapping me, teasing me and Eddy, bathing me…your…your…'lustful'…actions towards me…" He raises his eyes to Terry again. "Why are you doing this to me?"
The man looks away with a grimace. Edd's unsure if that means the man has no answer, or if the answer isn't one he wants to share. Instead of giving him a reply, the man leans over Edd again to scoop up another bowl-full of water.
"Tilt your head back again…" he directs with something of a sigh.
Edd's shoulders slump, but he follows the direction again to allow the man to wash away the suds in his hair. Picking up the soap, he tries to finish cleaning his body. Terry leans against the wall, watching him. He's silent for some time, watching as the boy cleans himself. His eyes drift to the boy's clothes. His lips curl into a grin; he'll have to take care of those…
He glances back to Edd. The boy should be finished soon. The kid's question is still on his mind. Edd had been quiet this whole time. He may as well give him a response.
"To answer…at least some of your question," Terry speaks carefully, "It's because I want to." When Edd gives him a confused glance, he elaborates. "I took you from Pipsqueak because I wanted to. I'm bathing you because I want to." He reaches lazily towards the boy, brushing his fingers over Edd's cheek. "I touch you because I want to." The boy recoils some, whimpering a bit. With a grimace, he grabs a small chunk of Edd's hair, pulling his head back a bit so the boy is looking at him. "I kissed you…" He traces Edd's jaw with his other hand. "Because I want you."
Edd raises his hands to push him away, removing his little covering. Terry grins a bit, his eyes drifting over the boy's body for a moment. With a squeak, Edd drops his hands back down over his crotch, looking up at the man with weary eyes. The man chuckles, leaning close to him.
"And I 'tease' you," he purrs, "because it's so damn fun to watch you squirm."
Tears burn at the corners of Edd's eyes as the man lets him go. This is all so…wrong. He wants to cry, but, after that statement, he knows doing so will only make things worse. Terry laughs under his breath.
"You 'bout done, sweetheart?" he asks in a mockingly sweet tone.
Holding his arms, Edd nods. He wants out of this bath. In his desperation, he had refused to acknowledge the awful things the man could do to him in this vulnerable position. He had forgotten how the man had touched him before and his words to his friends should they fail the man's cruel test.
He'll be my girlfriend then.
Edd swallows the lump in his throat. In an effort to distract his frightened thoughts, he glances at the small window in the bathroom. He sees no light coming through; it's dark out. He wonders vaguely how long he had been unconscious.
Terry wraps his arm lazily around the boy's shoulders as he leans over him and pulls the plug, allowing the water to drain. Edd shivers as the man leans back again and grins down at him.
"Time to get out, Princess," he purrs, tilting his chin up and placing a kiss on the boy's cheek.
Edd grimaces and pushes against him. The man gives another sharp laugh as he stands, releasing the boy before moving towards a closet in the room where he keeps the sparse towels. After retrieving one of them, he turns back to Edd. The boy is still sitting in the receding water. Terry rolls his eyes, but forces a grin.
"C'mere, Princess," he demands in a gentle voice, "You'll catch a cold if we don't get you dried off quick."
A pained look passes over Edd's face. As much as he hates it, he knows the man is right. He has to get out of the bathtub and dry off. Terry approaches him with the towel. With a shuddering sigh, Edd forces himself to stand. Using one hand to cover himself, he reaches for the towel, snatching it from the man's hands. He tries his best to ignore the man's gaze as he wraps the towel around his middle. He steps out onto the cold tiles and sits on the edge of the tub to avoid slipping.
Keeping his eyes on the ground, he holds his arms to cover his chest, unsure of what to do next. Obviously, the next logical step would be to dry himself off. However…He glances at Terry as the man stands beside him. As much as he wants to dry off, he doesn't want to expose himself to him again.
"S'matter, sweetheart?" the man chuckles, "Don't you wanna dry off?"
"Please," Edd begs softly, "Can I please have some privacy so I can change?"
Terry smirks; "And what do you think you're going to change into? You don't have any other clothes. And you seem like the type who wouldn't wanna wear dirty clothes, now aren't you?"
Edd grimaces. He's right. He can't wear his own clothes until they're washed. Biting his lip, he shifts a bit.
"Do you…Do you have anything I can wear?" he asks shyly, trying to dry himself some by starting with his arms.
A look of pure delight passes over Terry's eyes as he chuckles. Leaning down, he picks up the discarded flannel shirt. Edd glances up at him as the shirt is held towards him.
"How about this?" he purrs.
The boy feels his cheeks burning. Wearing the man's shirt? He furrows his brow.
"Um…Wh-What else?" he mumbles, "A-Along with that…?"
"What more d'ya need, baby?" the man chuckles back, leaning against the wall and shaking the shirt at the boy.
Edd blanches and turns away. The man wants him in that shirt and nothing else. He looks around the bathroom desperately for any clean coverings. Of course, he finds nothing. Shyly, he peeks at the shirt Terry is still wagging at him. The man has a smug look on his face. With a sigh, Edd relents to him.
"Very well…" he mumbles wearily as he rises to his feet.
With a grin, Terry sits down on the lid of the toilet, beckoning the boy closer with his finger. Edd makes a whining noise in the back of his throat before approaching him. He reaches for the shirt, but the man holds it away.
"Hold on a sec, sweetheart," he chuckles, "Sit in my lap for a bit."
A deep, red blush flares up on the boy's cheeks. He shakes his head.
"A-Absolutely not!" he cries, holding the towel tightly over him.
"Aw, c'mon baby," the man purrs, wrapping the shirt around Edd's waist and tugging the boy towards him.
The boy's hands are on his shoulders instantly, trying to push himself away.
"Unhand me!" he cries.
"Alright, alright," Terry chuckles, "You don't have to sit in my lap."
Edd sighs in relief, but catches a look in the man's eye. He's not out of the woods with this just yet…
"How 'bout you kiss me instead?" he breathes in a seductive tone.
Covering his mouth, Edd gasps; "I will do no such thing!"
"Suit yourself," Terry shrugs, leaning back some and letting the boy go, "You can walk around naked for all I care. But if you want the shirt, you've gotta pay for it."
The boy's eyes drift to the article of clothing. He considers reaching for it; just taking it from the man. However, the repercussions of such an act would most likely involve a rather painful and far more humiliating punishment. He weighs his options. Even the idea of kissing this man makes him retch, however, Terry has made him do far worse. In retrospect, a kiss would not be nearly as bad as…other things the man could have him do. And Edd couldn't deny, the shirt would be better than nothing at all. He returns his gaze to Terry.
"Just…one kiss?" he asks hesitantly.
He cringes a bit at the smug grin on the man's face as he sits up again.
"It'll be a start," Terry replies suggestively, "But yeah, for now, just one."
Taking a deep breath, Edd nods and takes a step closer to the man. The boy's eyes dart around, avoiding Terry's eyes at all costs. He's not entirely sure what to do. His little experience with this comes from the Kanker sisters, Eddy, and the man seated before him. None of those instances were ever pleasant; they were forced and without a shred of true affection that he could find.
Edd leans in to the man's face. One hand rests on Terry's shoulder while the other keeps a firm hold on the towel. Closing his eyes and bracing himself, the boy clumsily presses his lips against Terry's. A soft moan escapes the man. His hands come up and grip Edd's hips, holding the boy in place. Edd's eyes shoot open as the man's tongue prods at his lips. The boy jerks away, the hand that had been on the man's shoulder coming up to cover his mouth. Terry grimaces a bit, tugging him back.
"Get back here," he grumbles, "I wasn't done."
The boy wriggles out of his grip.
"Y-You said just one!" he whines.
With a groan, Terry stands and holds the shirt towards the boy.
"Alright, fine," he sighs, "A deal's a deal. Put this on."
Gratefully, Edd takes the shirt from the man and pulls it on over his shoulders. He's swimming in it, but he's glad for the covering. Though the sleeves hang low off of his arms, with Terry's assistance, he's able to roll them up so that he has use of his hands. When he does, he buttons down the shirt and lets the towel fall to pool around his ankles. Retrieving the towel, he dries his hair as thoroughly possible.
As he does this, he sees Terry reaching into the medicine cabinet above the sink. When his hair is damp, but no longer dripping, he folds the towel and glances at Terry. The man is holding a first aid kit. Edd glances at his hand. It's no longer bleeding, but he should dress it to be safe. He remains silent as the man carefully cleans and dresses the cut. There's not much to say, he supposes. When Terry's through with the task, Edd opens his mouth to speak — to thank him for bandaging the cut — but is interrupted by his growling stomach. He blushes and holds his middle. The man chuckles.
"That's right," he notes, "You haven't eaten yet, have you?"
Edd grimaces at that. Of course he hadn't. The man had knocked him out before he could. All because of his alcoholism. Terry walks to the door leading to the hallway.
"Well then…" he purrs, "Let's see if we can do something about that." He unlocks the door and opens it, looking to Edd expectantly. "After you, Princess."
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