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: It's been a while guys! Been way busy with stuff, but we finally updated! Just a little warning: This chapter contains triggers. Pedophilia being the major one. Please, if it makes you upset or uncomfortable, please skip this chapter and chapter 8. Thank you.
Battygirl: Yeah, this is why I said I wouldn't make any promises about getting these chapters out faster. School has been kicking my ass. I've been so flippin' exhausted and I know DuoXKouga's been busy with everything she's dealing with. But we both hope this chapter makes up for it. A word of caution, though; this one gets…kinda naughty…
Chapter 7: Music Soothes The Troubled Edd
Edd follows Terry out into the sitting room. There's a small television set near the window facing a long couch. Sunlight is shining through the glass. The boy is naturally startled. In the bathroom, he hadn't seen any light coming through the small window, but now, mere moments later, he stands in a room that's bathed in sunlight. That window may have been boarded up somehow, but there's a much more serious issue he must consider. He begins to panic a bit as he wonders; how long had he been unconscious?! He wants to ask, but doubts the man to be in a very talkative mood. The boy also imagines that Terry wouldn't tell him willingly without getting something in return. It probably wouldn't be anything pleasant either. Best to hold his tongue.
For now.
Between the television and the couch sits a simple coffee table. There are a couple of smaller, flimsy-looking tables here and there. One rests beside the couch beneath a dusty lamp. Another stands against the wall, next to a bookcase that's nearly empty. At first glance, the room seems to be just as barren as the others. This leads Edd to the conclusion that the man doesn't visit this trailer often. Though, to be fair, he'd guessed as much with the overall state of cleanliness. Terry ushers the boy over to the couch and sits him down.
"Wait here, Princess," he speaks in a commanding, yet dismissive tone as he turns away again, "I'll get you somethin' to eat…"
Edd hunches his shoulders, watching him carefully as the man retreats to the kitchen. With a dejected sigh, he leans back against the couch. It's surprisingly more comfortable than the bed he'd woken up in, but only just. He hears the man working on something in the kitchen. The boy's stomach growls impatiently.
Biting his lip, he begins to feel uneasy. He wonders if he should even eat whatever Terry brings him? His parents had always warned him around Halloween — when he would join Ed and Eddy for trick-or-treating — not to eat any candy he'd collected until it had been checked thoroughly. It was a rule he had always adhered so strictly to, given all the warnings about children being poisoned or candy laced with blades or other sharp implements. Edd finds himself in a similar situation now. However, this time he doesn't have his mother and father here to be sure the food will be safe for consumption. He has no choice but to trust this man who had treated him so horribly. With that thought in mind, Edd worries what the man may have in store for him when he presents the boy with his meal.
In a desperate effort to calm his frazzled nerves, Edd stands from the couch. He's much more stable on his feet after that bath. He reaches up to feel at the bump at the back of his head. It's still tender, but the swelling has gone down significantly. A sigh of relief escapes the boy at that revelation and he feels a small bit of his anxiety ebb.
Curiously, Edd starts looking around the room. The only door in or out of this room is the one connected to the kitchen. The window is blocked by the television only slightly, but, upon closer inspection, he finds that there's no way to open it. Escape is definitely not an option at this time. However, the boy can distract himself by finding objects of interest in the room. One such item that he had overlooked upon arrival is a harp in the corner. At first, Edd is shocked to see it. Why on earth would Eddy's brother — this wretched excuse for a human being — own such a delicate, beautiful instrument? It's a faded gold in color and there's a thick layer of dust along the top of the instrument. Curiously, he reaches out and plucks one of the strings. He frowns a bit at the off-key note; it needs to be tuned. As he looks at it, he's reminded of the man's old bedroom in Eddy's home. There had been a harp there as well. The boy is baffled. There's no way Terry can be physically capable of playing the harp, of all things!
So why have it?
He turns to the kitchen and takes a step. What better way to learn the truth than to ask? He stops. No. No, wait…If he asks something the man doesn't want to answer — something personal — it may anger him. Edd turns away from the door and the harp. He certainly doesn't want to risk angering the man. At least not until he's eaten something. As much as he hates constantly avoiding the gathering of new knowledge, he can't risk missing yet another chance at food.
Walking around the room a bit more, he comes to the bookcase. Upon one of it's empty shelves sits a framed photo. Brow furrowed, Edd reaches up and takes it down to get a better look. It's not too high for him to reach, but he has to stand on his tiptoes to do so. Upon retrieving the frame, he looks over the image. It's very old, he notes, and features Eddy and Terry together. His friend is very young here. Edd imagines this may have been taken shortly before he'd moved to Peach Creek Estates with his mother and father; before he'd met Ed and Eddy. Baby Eddy is smiling in pure joy as he sits in his brother's lap. Terry, conversely, looks disinterested overall, but lets his brother hug onto him. To an unknowing observer, it'd be a cute, heartwarming photo of budding sibling rivalry.
Edd knows better now.
At least…he thinks he does. Eddy had never told him a straight truth about his brother and his only current knowledge of the man is that he's cruel and brutal towards his sibling and anyone else around him. The boy wonders if there had ever been a genuinely nice time between the brothers.
He's startled from his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder. Whipping his attention behind him, he nearly drops the photo. Terry grabs the frame before it can fall and pulls it away from Edd. He glances at it in mild interest before returning his gaze to Edd.
"Careful with that curiosity there, Princess," he grumbles, setting the photo onto a higher shelf and laying it face down, "You might not like what you find…"
Edd shivers fearfully as he's pulled away from the shelf again. He wants to ask about it. He curses the unfairness of his situation. All of these questions buzzing around in his head! His curiosity is thoroughly peaked and he can't ask a single one with the threat of violence from the man. He truly feels that if he can learn more about this man, he can figure out a way to escape him. A look of warning passes over the man's face, as though he knows what the boy is thinking. Edd keeps his silence in fear of further abuse.
He's led back over to the couch. On the coffee table is sitting a steaming bowl of macaroni and cheese. To say Edd's surprised would be an understatement. The man had put…effort into this? As he takes his seat on the couch again, he looks to Terry uneasily. He notices now that the man had put his jersey back on, leading him to assume the man had gone to retrieve it while preparing the pasta. He tries to focus on his sating hunger instead.
"Th-Thank you…" he murmurs.
His stomach growls again as the man sits next to him. Edd blushes shyly, begging without speaking for his body to silence itself. Terry turns to him and pulls Edd's legs over his lap. The blush on Edd's cheeks spreads. He tries to pull himself away.
"Wh-What are you doing?!" he gasps as one of the man's large hands grabs his thigh, keeping him in place.
"Sit still, sweetheart," he purrs, easing his grip on the boy's leg.
He traces up Edd's thigh with a wicked grin. The boy squirms, hand coming up to grab at the man's shirt. He whimpers little pleas, begging the man to stop as he tries to push against Terry's hand.
"You wanna eat, don'tcha?" the man sneers.
Edd lets out a whimpering sob. He hasn't heard it much yet, but he's quickly growing sick and tired of hearing that phrase! These wretched little deals the man forces him into are going to be the end of him! Reluctantly, he allows the man to touch him. Terry's fingers push the flannel up Edd's leg, exposing more of the boy's soft, creamy flesh to him. Shutting his eyes tight, Edd tries to think of something, anything, to distract him from his current situation.
His thoughts shift immediately to his friends. Ed…Eddy…If only he were with them now. He tries to imagine it — to escape this violation. Ed is sitting on his left and Eddy, his right; in place of his brother. No…No, Ed's wandered off. It's just him and Eddy. He jolts a little when he feels the man's lips on his neck. In his mind, he still sees Eddy. He can feel his face burning as he pictures Eddy mimicking his brother's actions. Terry's tongue presses against his jugular. He imagines Eddy's mouth on him, wicked tongue doing the same. The hand on his thigh ventures further upward. His body reacts for him. His breath becomes uneven. He feels warm all over. His whimpering has ceased and has been replaced with little, wanton moans.
It feels…pleasurable.
The warmth upon his neck leaves and Edd blearily opens his eyes. Terry's grinning knowingly at him, causing Edd to shrink in on himself some as the man cups his chin.
"Looks like you enjoyed that an awful lot, huh, Princess?" he chuckles.
Shivering, Edd averts his eyes. He can't bring himself to look at the man.
"P-Please…" he whines in a desperate attempt to change the subject, "M-May I please eat now?"
The man merely laughs and retrieves the bowl of macaroni and cheese. It's no longer steaming, but is still very warm as he sits it in Edd's lap, allowing the boy to hold the dish for him. The boy's legs are protected by the fabric, so he can feel the heat of the bowl, but it's far less intense. Terry takes the fork before Edd has the chance and scoops up a bite of the food.
"Open wide, Girlfriend," he chortles.
Edd grimaces. How much more degrading could this become?! Why did Terry insist on treating him like a child one minute and then so amorously the next? His stomach growls sharply in protest, drawing the boy to sigh. As humiliating as this is, he has to play along if the reward is a full stomach. Opening his mouth, he waits for the man to feed him. The mocking grin on Terry's face reflects the man's approval as he feeds the boy. It's almost too easy, making Edd do what he wants. He licks his lips in anticipation; eager to have the boy writhing beneath him.
Edd eats silently. His earlier fears of poisoning have long since been abolished from his thoughts. The smell and taste of the food took care of that. It's a simple dish, but it's more than pleasing to the boy's palate after being starved of food for the past couple of days — both intentionally and from a lack of rations amongst himself and his fellow Eds. Edd notes that it was a silly notion anyway; worrying that the man would poison him. Terry had gone this far to get him away from his friends and hide him away. Why would he poison him after all that trouble? Terry's free hand is still resting on his thigh, but the boy finds he doesn't notice it as much. Or perhaps his mind has perceived no more threat from it…? Either way, he's glad to have that off his mind as well.
As the contents of the bowl grow smaller and smaller, Edd finds himself thinking more and more clearly. His curiosity begins well up again. More questions come to mind. Before taking another bite, he glances at Terry curiously.
"Why do you have cheese?" he asks.
The man gives him a funny look. Edd realizes that the question makes little sense with no context and decides to elaborate.
"Eddy once mentioned that you were lactose intolerant," he explains, "Why would you have dairy products like cheese if you can't eat it?"
"Oh yeah…" the man scoffs, "I'd forgot about that. Nah, that was just a bullshit way of getting back at my folks…Always pissed my old man off that he had to get special dietary shit."
Edd grimaces. It shouldn't surprise him that this man would lie to his own parents about something that would be a serious issue to those who actually had to manage those dietary issues out of necessity. He opens his mouth to comment on that, but is silenced by another bite of food. He chews indignantly, allowing the matter to drop for the time being.
When the bowl is empty, Edd decides to ask another question; "Why do you have a harp?"
Terry cocks his brow, glancing at the instrument before focusing on Edd again.
"The fuck do you mean?" he scoffs, "I play it. Why else would I have it?"
"That's not possible," Edd retorts.
The man's eye twitches a bit; "And what's that supposed to mean, Princess?"
Edd gulps and tries to change his tone a bit to calm him.
"I-I just don't see how a person as barbarous as yourself can play such a delicate, fragile instrument as that," he explains, "Certainly you can understand why I'd have my doubts…"
Terry observes him thoughtfully for a moment.
"You want me to prove it?" he asked suggestively.
Edd's startled by that. He considers it for a moment before deciding that, yes; he does.
"Y-Yes…" he nods, "Would you, please?"
Terry moves Edd's legs to the side as he stands to retrieve the instrument from the corner. Before doing so, he takes the empty bowl from the boy and places it on the coffee table. He can take it to the kitchen later. Edd watches carefully as the man approaches the harp and lifts it with ease before returning to sit back on the couch. As he takes his seat, Edd hears the springs of the old couch creaking under his weight. To his dismay, Terry drapes the boy's legs back across his lap before pulling the instrument closer. Edd can only observe as the man adjusts and tunes the harp before strumming it gently; his fingers moving delicately over the strings. A soft melody makes its way to Edd's ears, drawing a gasp of awe, shock, and anger from the pre-teen.
He recognizes the melody of 'Careless Whisper' fairly quickly. Eddy liked songs like this that had a jazzy sound. He always claimed he'd play the record for Nazz if they ever went out — though, considering Eddy's shyness around her, Edd doubted this prospect highly. Edd notes, however, that Terry is playing much slower than he remembers the song being originally. It sounds smoother, softer. Hearing the sensual tone of the melody makes Edd shiver unconsciously. This makes no sense! How can Terry play such a gentle tune on a beautiful instrument like this?
Terry's focus remains on plucking the strings of the harp. The trailer is filled with the soft melody. He glances out of the corner of his eye to catch a glimpse at the pre-teen who is sitting beside him, stunned. He smirks a bit, content to have proven himself right. Keeping one hand at the strings, he reaches down with the other to stroke the boy's soft thigh once again. He takes pure delight in seeing the boy jump in horror. With a whine, Edd pulls his legs back and away from him. Terry wraps his hand around the boy's ankle and tugs, keeping the limb over his lap as he shoots the boy a warning look.
"S-Stop!" the boy begs pitifully, "Please!"
"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Terry purrs, grinning darkly at him.
Edd starts to whimper softly as Terry's hand travels back up his leg to the boy's thigh. Shakily, Edd brings his knees together in a desperate attempt to preserve his modesty.
"You know very well what the matter is…" Edd retorts in a mumble.
With a devious grin, Terry gives the boy's thigh a tight squeeze, drawing Edd to release a sharp squeak.
"Please!" he begs, hands coming down to grab at the the large hand around his leg, "Stop that, I beg you! This is highly inappropriate!"
Terry removes his other hand from the harp and grabs Edd's chin, stopping his actions.
"That can't be all that's got you so riled up, Princess…" he sneers in faux gentleness, "What's the matter?"
Edd shuts his eyes tight and shoves his hand away from his face.
"How can you even ask that?" he cries.
He's finally able to pull himself away from the man's grip, but he doesn't move far. He sits up on his knees, facing him.
"This isn't fair!" he snaps, "You're the worst person I've ever encountered! You're cruel and brutish and a lecher! You shouldn't be physically capable of playing that beautiful instrument! Let alone playing it so well!"
Terry grabs his arm; "Watch yer tone, Princess."
"No! I've had enough of this!" Edd sobs back, wrenching his arm back, "I want to go home! Ed and Eddy must be worried sick! You've traveled so far from that amusement park! They must be exhausting themselves in their efforts to find me! Oh…! And mother and father must have noticed I'm gone by now! They'll be so upset! I left my home without cleaning up Ed's mess! Breaking the door down and littering my floors with his filthy belongings that we quickly abandoned anyway! And I'm positive Ed left the front door standing wide open! They'll be so annoyed with what I've done! If Ed, Eddy and I don't return home soon…"
He pauses, panting some as he comes down a bit from his outburst. He deflates a bit. Why should he tell Terry any of this? It's not like he would care about his problems. Raising his eyes to the man, Edd's surprised to find that he's not angry, as the boy had expected. Instead, Terry's looking at him thoughtfully, as though he's thinking about what Edd has told him.
After a moment, he speaks; "Sounds like your folks don't give a damn either way if all they do is get pissed at you for stupid shit like that."
Edd's taken aback by that statement; "Wh-What do you mean?"
"If your folks cared so much, you wouldn't be worrying about cleaning up after yourself when you run away from home." He glances at Edd. "You did run away, right? I mean, why else would Pipsqueak have brought you and Cheese-boy to me?"
Edd bows his head, nodding in admission.
"Figured as much." Terry scoffs before looking Edd over carefully, "Ya know, I'm willing to bet that Pipsqueak ain't coming for you either."
That strikes a nerve. Edd whips his attention back to Terry's face and glares at him.
"What are you implying?!" he demands.
"I taught Pipsqueak everything I know," Terry explains in a standoffish tone, "That little shit should know better by now than to care too much about his lackeys. Why should he come for you?"
The boy starts to see red.
"You take that back!" he demands, lunging for him, "Ed and Eddy are my best friends! They would never abandon me like that!"
Terry shoots him a knowing look and grabs his arms, effortlessly holding the boy at bay as Edd tries to strike him.
"Oh?" he sneers, "So there's never been any time when you thought Pipsqueak was just using you or something?"
Edd shuts his eyes tight, trying to stop his angry tears; "Stop it! You were never there for Eddy when he was growing up! You don't know what he's like!"
Terry chortles; "Denial looks good on you, Princess. But it's about time you faced facts. He ain't comin' for you. Your parents ain't comin' for you — if they even know or care that you're gone." He grins as Edd's thrashings cease. "Nobody's gonna miss a little thing like you."
The boy's shoulders shake with his silent sobs as he keeps his head bowed. Tilting Edd's chin up, Terry makes the boy look at him. Edd's eyes are red and tears are evident on his face as he gives the man a weary look. He doesn't fight back as Terry urges him closer.
"Face it, sweetheart…" he coos, leaning in carefully, "You're already mine."
Edd's eyes are unfocused as the man closes the distance between them. A strangled cry is muffled by the man's lips as they're pressed almost gently against his own. He tries to pull away, but is held in place as Terry's hands come up to grip the back of the boy's head and his shoulder. The boy whimpers softly as Terry's hand presses against the bump on the back of his head. The pain is abolished from his thoughts, though, as the man's tongue forces its way past Edd's soft lips, mingling with the boy's. A strong taste of alcohol accosts Edd's tongue, making him whimper in disgust. Terry uses his tongue to explore Edd's mouth, stroking the sensitive gums between the gap in the boy's front teeth. A violent shudder wracks Edd's body at the sensation.
The man pushes Edd down onto the couch, moaning into the soft lips. The boy's small hands find purchase on Terry's broad shoulders and weakly push against them. It does no good. The boy is far too week to shove the man away. Terry's hands begin to wander. One remains at Edd's neck, rubbing little circles into the boy's nape, while the other travels down, tantalizingly tracing the boy's side before reaching Edd's thigh.
The hand on Edd's leg resumes its massaging motions from earlier as Terry moves from Edd's lips to kiss and suckle along the boy's jaw, making a trail down along Edd's neck. The boy starts to squirm some and, with his mouth free, he begins to make little whimpers. His eyes are shut tight as he tries to calm himself long enough to think of some way out of this.
No good. The man's hands and lips are too much for him to ignore. He tries to think of Eddy again. That had been enough to calm him before, perhaps it would help now? Biting his lip, he tries to picture Eddy with him instead. Again, the man's actions cloud his mind and he does indeed imagine his dear friend, but it's another case of transference. Edd pictures Eddy, in place of his brother, leaving these open-mouthed kisses along his neck and shoulders. Eddy's tongue lapping at his flesh. Eddy's hands massaging his neck and thigh.
It's not long before Edd's whimpering becomes laced with soft moans. The warmth he'd felt earlier starts to come back. Glancing at Edd's face, Terry decides to put more fervor into his treatments of his neck and shoulder, eager to hear more of those sweet little sounds coming from the boy's lips. Moaning softly, Edd arches up into Terry's lips. The pleasure is unlike anything he'd experienced before.
He wants more…
The hand on his thigh moves up, pushing the cloth of the over shirt up with it. Edd feels those sinful fingers trailing between his thighs. He flinches some, but is too lost in his own pleasure to care too much. Terry's lips and breath upon his neck are intoxicating. He sighs blissfully. His eyes open wide, however, when the man's hand moves higher, cupping between his legs. He looks up at Terry shyly, opening his mouth to speak. He's silenced with another deep kiss, drawing a lilting moan from his throat. It doesn't last as long as the others as the man pulls back again to nibble along the boy's jaw.
"Easy, sweetheart," Terry purrs, gently stroking him.
Edd's moans grow louder as he arches into that hand and his eyes flutter shut again. In his mind's eye, he sees a glimpse of the parental sticky note that had been placed on the wall of his bathroom. He shudders to think of what his parents would say if they were to discover his actions in this moment. Giving in to his biological urges and allowing this man, who had abducted and abused him, to touch him in ways he had yet to touch himself.
His body reacts of its own accord. He can feel his toes curling as a pressure builds in his abdomen. Edd's hands are grasping weakly at the the man's shoulders. It feels as though his body is burning from the inside out. He can find no relief as the pressure and heat continues to built. Eddy's face is still fresh in his mind. He sees his friend grinning at him. Hot breath moves from his neck to his cheek.
"You like that, Girlfriend…?" he hears Terry breathe, kissing and licking along the shell of his ear.
Edd can only moan in response. His mind is clouded by pleasure. He forgets where he is, who he's with.
"E-Eddy…" he moans, digging his nails into the man's shoulders in a desperate attempt to ground himself.
There's a pause in the gentle caresses. Edd blinks his eyes open, confused, and glances up at the man above him. Why had he stopped? He shrinks in on himself some as he sees that Terry is giving him an angry look. The boy gulps fearfully as Terry grabs his chin and holds the his head still. He leans in close.
"Listen carefully, Princess," he growls softly, "The only name I wanna hear outta you right now is mine. Got that?"
With shame burning on his face, Edd forces a nod. He wants so badly for the man to continue. He has no idea what he can do to make his arousal subside. As much as he hates to admit it, he needs Terry to help him. Unfortunately, his silence isn't what the man is looking for. Terry cocks his brow, watching the boy expectantly. Shutting his eyes tight, Edd forces his mouth to form the words.
"T-Terry…" he moans, "P-Please…"
The man does nothing for a moment, making the boy squirm impatiently. He feels Terry move over him and press himself against the boy's small form. Edd can feel every contour of the man's body, which makes him release a shuddering sigh. It feels heavenly to have another body against his own right now. He feels the man lean in to speak into his ear.
"Please 'what'?" he hisses, "Tell me what you want, Princess."
The tone and sinful nature of the question has Edd biting his lip. He arches into the man, hoping that the action would provide the answer so he would not be forced to speak it. No such luck. The man moves away again, drawing a whimper from the boy.
"N-No! Please!" Edd cries again.
"Please what?" Terry sneers at his own repeated phrase.
Edd can hear the smug tone of his voice. The man is thoroughly enjoying making the boy squirm like this. With a resolute sigh, Edd realizes the only way the man will grant him relief is to assuage him and tell him what he wants to hear.
"P-Please! I-I need…" he whimpers, "I need you…"
He doesn't need to open his eyes to know that the man is giving him a cruel, lustful smile. He can hear that in his voice as well when he speaks.
"And what do you need from me?" he breathes huskily.
Brow furrowed desperately, Edd blurts out a whimper; "T-Touch me…! Please!"
That sinister grin on the man's face grows as he leans over Edd again.
"And how do you want me to touch you?" he purrs.
A desperate sob escapes the boy. The man really is just toying with him, now. He seems to catch onto just how flustered Edd is, though, and chuckles, raising his hand.
"How 'bout you show me, sweetheart?" he suggests haughtily.
Edd opens his eyes and looks to the offered appendage, Raising his shaky hands, he grasps it weakly. He averts his gaze as Terry watches him. Overcome with shyness, Edd lowers the man's hand to his chest first. Terry chuckles again and begins massaging near the boy's collar bone.
"Here?" he asks mockingly.
Keeping his hand on Terry's, Edd shuts his eyes tight.
"L-Lower…" he whimpers, trying to push the man's hand down.
Even with the barrier of the over shirt, the man's touch is exquisite. His skin is unbearably warm and extra sensitive to touch. The fabric isn't a problem for much longer, though. Terry unbuttons the shirt, doing so at an agonizingly slow pace. Moments later, the man pushes the shirt open, his fingers brushing against the heated flesh. He gasps sharply as Terry's fingers graze his nipples and arches into the touch. The man brings his free hand up to play with Edd's chest to allow the boy to continue pushing his other hand down his small, quivering body.
Edd lays his head back, panting and moaning heavily. His neck is exposed. Terry can't help himself as he leans down, licking and suckling along the sweet, tempting flesh. Small hands abandoning Terry's, Edd wraps his arms around the man's neck, pulling him closer. He feels the man chuckle softly against his neck.
"You know I can't get enough of those noises you're makin', Princess," he breathes.
Edd groans. The hand the boy had been urging the man to move lower has ceased its movements. Terry has rested his hand near the boy's waist, using the other to continue massaging the boy's small chest. To the man's credit, he's giving Edd's hip a similar treatment, gently, but firmly rubbing the soft, plush skin there in little circles. Edd bucks against that hand. His hips grind up against Terry's and he releases a relieved moan as he feels the man's clothed arousal against his own. The friction it creates is intoxicating. He raises his hips again in a frantic need for similar results.
"P-Please!" he whines, desperate for more of that delicious friction.
Terry nips at Edd's ear; "Tell me what you want, sweetheart."
Another groan escapes the boy.
"You know very well what I want!" he cries impatiently through his panting breath, "I implore you! Touch me like you did before! I can't endure much more of this! Please!"
Terry laughs low in his throat; "So demanding…But alright, if you insist." He leans his forehead against Edd's, grinning darkly. "Spread your legs a little wider for me, Princess." He brings his hand from Edd's chest to cup the back of his neck. "And I'll make you feel real good."
Edd follows the command without hesitation. Shame is gone for him now. He's abandoned any shred of modesty in his aching need for relief. All he can focus on is the unyielding pleasure Terry is giving him. The man's hand moves from his hip. Edd whimpers delightfully as that hand wraps around his throbbing arousal. He arches up into the man, groaning at the touch. Terry urges the boy to crane his neck a bit, leaning in to kiss him deeply. The boy moans wantonly against the man's lips as Terry's stroking increases in speed and intensity.
With the influx of overwhelming stimuli accosting him, it doesn't take long for Edd to reach that glorious peak. The pressure in his abdomen is almost unbearable as he writhes and bucks against Terry's hand. He breaks away from the kiss to release moan after moan and sharp cry after cry. Terry hovers over him, watching in twisted pleasure as the boy comes undone at his touch. Lips parted to release those lusty sounds. Chest heaving with panting breath he can barely get enough of. Eyes shut blissfully against the blinding pleasure. Skin flushed a light pink and so very, very warm to the touch.
It really is a sight to see.
He leans down close to Edd's ear. The boy's so close to that sweet release. It shouldn't take much more to push him over the edge.
"Cum for me, my little Princess," he purrs.
Arching his back, Edd lets out a long, strangled cry. He sees stars behind his closed eyelids as his body is wracked by his release. Clinging to Terry, he attempts to ride out his orgasm. The man watches him, a devious grin tugging at his lips. As the boy slowly comes down from his high, Terry moves away from him, examining the ejaculate in his hand. There's not much. He assumes Edd's age may explain that. With a wicked smile, and because he has no tissues at hand, he licks it away. He snickers some when he glimpses Edd watching him in horror. The boy is unable to move just yet. His body is in a sate of paralyzing relaxation, therefore his limbs are slow to respond for several moments. Terry leans over him, gripping Edd's chin between his thumb and index finger.
"Did you enjoy that, Girlfriend?" he asks knowingly.
Shamefully, Edd shuts his eyes tight. How mortifying! Weakly, he drags his hands up to his blushing face, trying to hide. He can't believe he allowed this to transpire! The shirt is still lying open, exposing him. His body is weak from the overwhelming pleasure and he's panting as though he'd run a marathon. Panic starts to set in. His parents' disapproving looks flash in his mind. What would they say of him? And Ed and Eddy! Edd grasps at his hair, tugging the black locks in distress. He would never be able to look either of them in the eye again. The shame is too much. He lets his hands fall to his chest. Perhaps the man would leave him be for a while. He wants to curl up and sleep to escape this nightmare. Exhaustion is taking him. He's so very close to drifting off.
"Don't get too comfortable," he hears Terry chortle.
Fate is never kind to him…Edd feels a sense of dread fill his chest as he weakly opens his eyes to look up at the man. The grin Terry is giving him makes his skin crawl. The man grabs his wrist and pulls the boy upright. That smile turns far more sinister.
"We're not done yet."
DuoXKouga: The triggers continue into the next chapter. Just a small warning before the next chapter, if the triggers make you uncomfortable or upset, please do not read Chapter 8! Please! Other than that, RATE AND REVIEW! THANK YOU!