May God Have Mercy <<REVAMP>>

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"Wait. Who's 'Red'?" Edd asks, Paul and Pat leading the trio down some long halls.

"You'll see. Patients." Paul hums, Tom rolling his "eyes" in annoyance.

The five males walk closer to a looming red oak door, a gold plate engraved with two sets of initials. One set reads "R.L" while the smaller one below it reads "T.L".

"In ya go!" Paul smiles, his and Pat walking off.

Edd hesitantly pushes the door open, a large office in front of the trio, a door to a bedroom to the far right, and what appears to be a bathroom to the left. As the three males step further in, a male figure steps out from behind a third door, talking on the phone with someone.

"Like I said, I don't have time to dwell on this Levi. I need to get personal shit done. Please get that through your head. I will not hesitate to smack the ever loving shit out of you." The walking male growls, murmuring something in a language the three males don't understand.

The male ends the call, snapping his fingers which causes the lights to go on, the three males' jaws dropping when they see that it's their long time EX-friend, Tord.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE COMMIE?!" Tom snaps, Tord looking over.

"Ah! I see you three made it! I hope you three are comfortable!" Tord sings, swiftly striding over.

"Yeah. Thanks..." Edd smiles, Tom about to strangle the Norwegian born male.

"Think about it Tom. He's done all this for us. Can't we just...give him a chance?" Edd asks, the three males in a large room.

"Fine. I'm not gonna like it. But sure." Tom grumbles, flopping onto his side.

"Hey...Tord?" Edd asks, peeking into Tord's room.

"Yeah?" Tord yawns, no shirt on which causes his chest to be on display as well as his v line.

"P-Paul needs a Manila folder." Edd stutters, his face bright red.

"Hmm...Alright."

Tord swiftly gets out of his secondary desk chair, striding past Edd. Edd follows Tord both physically and with his eyes. As he flips trough some things, Edd can't help but watch, with creepy intensity, the way that Tord's muscles dip and move with the army leaders movement. Tord rolls his shoulders back, his pecs popping out a bit, which makes Edd blush even more, maybe even squeak.

"Did you hear a squeak?" Tord asks, looking into Edd's eyes.

"N-No!! Must have been your desk or something." Edd mutters, Tord grumbling under his breath.

"Stupid fucking IKEA furniture." Tord snarls, Edd giggling.

"Um. While it's just the two of us...can I tell you something?"

"Of course! What's on your mind?"

"Well...oh god I can't believe I'm gonna say this but...I-I love you. As more than a fri-"

As Edd is about to finish what he's saying, Tord brushes some papers away, picks Edd up, and sets him on the spot before kissing him.

"Moving to fast for you?" Tord asks, both him and Edd nearly naked.

"Not at all..." Edd hums, gently kissing Tord.

Tom and Matt walk down the hall, Edd not returning to Paul with what he needed.

"I swear. If Tord even TOUCHED Edd in the wrong way he's gonna be in a fucking coma." Tom snarls, Matt rolling his eyes.

As the two males get closer to Tord's office, they hear Edd; "Ah~!" Tom suddenly kicks Tord's office door open, seeing a laughing Edd on the ground, Tord tickling him.

"Oooh~! Feet are sensitive!" Tord snorts, ticking the soles of Edd's feet.

"Tord!! Stop!!" Edd laughs, his sides heaving as he tries to breathe, talk and laugh.

"Fine." Tord smiles, releasing Edd's ankle, only for Tom and Matt to see Tord's back, scratch marks litter it.

Tom looks to Edd's neck, seeing some small and larger hickeys as well as bite marks.