Crash into Consciousness

POV: the third persons

Place: Grounds of Kong studio's Murdoc's Winnebago

Time: 5 am... ish.

As Murdoc lay next to the blue haired man he had grown rather fond of thou out the making of their second album. They were in the 'bago, in other words Murdoc's love shack. After one night of heavy drinking with the younger man, truths being spilled painful childhood memories reviled and numerous amounts of rum and beer leading to swapping of saliva. He had never kissed someone like that before; it was so real so passionate considering the amount of alcohol.

"Arrgg sweat Satan... Me 'ead" Murdoc groaned softly.

Looking beside him at the Dullard, remembering the happenings of the previous night, started to smile. He couldn't remember the last time he smiled, quickly snapping out of his thoughts as he noticed 2D's breathing slightly picked up and his brow started to frown. Murdoc worried a bit, rather odd him being Murdoc Niccals and all. He was slightly taken aback at this; he had never cared about someone, let alone another man!

2D's breath evened out a bit now and Murdoc felt more at ease. Looking at his best mate made him want to snuggle up into him hold him in his arms shield him away from whatever bad dream he was having. He was rather beautiful when he slept, his blue locks in front of his eyes. Murdoc brushed some away thinking to himself 'No one would notice if I just lay back down, only for a little while, after all it's pretty early and no one is up yet. I have plenty of time.'

Murdoc noticed 2D shivering slightly, his pale limbs rapping around himself. 'I can't leave him like that….' He thought. For once in his life Murdoc Niccals, the Murdoc Niccals did something for someone other than himself. He stood and picked 2D up bridal style, wrapping his arms around 2D's petite body, and walking to his bed with the sleeping 2D in his arms. Even thou 2D was shivering his body was warm. Both men not having a shirt on, he felt their skin brushing each other, warmth coming off of the sleeping man, he found comfort in this. Once in his bedroom, not being far away from where they both had passed out. He laid 2D gently on his bed not wishing to wake him. After doing so he took out a fag from his back pocket, looking around for his lighter. Seeing one underneath a dirty shirt, he picked it up. Pacing the fag between his lips and lit it, taking a long drag. Blowing the grey smoke in swirls watching them disappear. He looked to 2D; still sound asleep with a blanket half draped around his torso. Murdoc hadn't done that. He slightly cocked his head to the side looking at the fading bruise, and scares. 'I don't wanna 'urt 'im anymore… and I'm not gonna' he thought to himself. Flicking the ash of his cig on the floor, dropping the butt and stubbing it out with the toe of his boot. He went and lay down next to the latter. Wrapping his arms around him, keeping him close. He fell asleep.