Just a three-shot i've had on dA for a while. i keep forgetting to upload things on here IP anyways, here yall go
Enjoy~
"Mu'doc, I-" He began, tears of frustration and rejection welling up in his eyes.
"No."
"But Muds, I only meant to-"
"I said no."
"Pwease, Muds, I-"
"I SAID FUCKIN' NO!" Murdoc roared, glaring deeply into the trembling singer's eyes. Tears ran down his pale cheeks, glimmering slightly in the dim light of the Winnie.
"B-" He was cut off by a sharp punch across the face. His trembling hands flew up to his cheek, fractured dents stretched wide as he stared up at Murdoc in fear.
"GIT OUT, TUSSPOT!"
The lanky man shrank back, stumbling towards the door as the tears began to fall faster. He just couldn't believe.. he'd really thought.. all those times they'd..
The door slammed shut behind him, knocking 2D off of the steps and chin first onto the cold carpark cement. He groaned, rubbing his skinned and bleeding jaw. He didn't feel it, however; he was far too numb by the already gaping wound in his heart.
Sobs racked his thin body as he forced himself to sit up, glaring regretfully at the closed bago door. His elbows stung dully as they, too, had been scraped from the fall.
In a shrill, sobbing voice dripping with regret, 2D screamed loud enough that he was positive Murdoc could clearly understand him, "I LOVE YEW MU'DOC! AH ALWAYS 'AVE 'N AH ALWAYS WILL, SO IGNO'E EET IF YEW WONT, S'NOT GONNA CHANGE A DAMN FING!"
He collapsed, feeling as though the wind had been punched out of him as he gasped desperately through his sobs. 2D could hear yelling and cursing from inside the Winnebago, accompanied by a number of things smashing and thudding. After a moment he bago door slammed open hard enough to nearly get knocked clean off the hinges.
"YEW WONT TA BLOODY FUCKIN LOVE ME 'EN I DUN GIVE A DAMN! JUST KEEP YOU' FAGGOT 'ANDS OFFA ME O' SO 'ELP ME AH'LL-"
"YEW'LL WOT? 'IT ME? IT DUN WO'K MU'DOC! YEW BLOODY KNOW 'AT! GO A'EAD, 'EN! 'IT ME ALL YEW LIKE BUT AH'LL NEVA STOP! AH CAN'T!" Tears blinded the singer so all he was aware of was a dark figure standing in the door of the Winnie, nothing more then a sillhouete against the light.
"I'S FO' YOU' OWN DAMN GOOD!" With that Murdoc slammed the door shut, his last rage-filled words echoed through the carpark.
Stu drew his knees to his heaving chest, hiding his face in them as he cried his heart out. For his own good? Bullshit. Murdoc loved him, he knew it, but there wasn't a damn thing he could do that would convince the bassist to show it.
Murdoc had a way of hiding behind hate and abuse. He always said he didn't love him, rather it was his untamable lust that drove him to his singer for sex. 2D knew it wasn't true. He could tell by the way Murdoc kissed him; caressing his hair and sometimes gently holding his face. It was in the way he'd look at 2D after a long night, his eyes practically glowing. Stu had considered it to just be from sex, but he knew better.
Paula. She'd only wanted him for the sex. He didn't know it at the time, but thanks to her he'd learned to distinguish love from lust. She wasn't a lustful person; rather the epitome of lust itself. She was never tender with him, whether it be in the way she looked at him or the way she acted in bed. Cracker was purely lust. But Murdoc...
He was different.
And yet, even with this realization, 2D was still left clueless, sitting in the carpark; hugging his scratched knees for comfort and wishing he'd never whispered those damn words in the first place.
"I love yew, Muds."
