Author's Important Reminder: WURZEL IS CRAZY MAN LOVE. There is suggestive SMEX in here, because Wurzel is SO DURN SMEXY with MUDSY. So don't read if you don't like thinking about two guys doin' the higgly piggly. (XDD Higgly Piggly...)

Hating You

PG-13

By:Muh Says The Cow

Pairing: Dr.Wurzel/Murdoc

Summary: Satan, do I hate you.

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Dr.Wurzel sighed, unbuttoning his starch-white jacket. The long one, with the buttons- the millions and millions of buttons. One at a time, he unplucks them, his uneven fingernails fumbling for some of them, trying to push them through the inadequately sized hole. His boots are already off, monstrous things with silver toes and buckled up to the knee. Button 5. Button 6. Button 7. Down and down, mind numbingly slow. I don't even know if he realizes it; how slow he is. His mind's gone other places, sence then, when he stole my old 'Bago. He used to be different. Not as crazy. Hell, maybe a little.

Button 10. Button 11. Button 12. No more buttons. He slips the garment off slowly, but not before taking out a knife- his knife, the large butcher one with the curved wooden handle. He smiles at it.

"Wurzel, you know, you're fuckin' crazy."

"I know, Mudsy dear, I know." He sighed, walking up to me, a content smile on his face. His eyes are blank, heavy black circles around them. "But aren't you as daffy as me?"

He's not wearing a shirt. Dr.Wurzel is the palest man I have ever seen, and scrawny at that. Underneath the heavy boots and long white coat is a thin, lithe man, scars decoration his body. He hooked a thumb into the hem of his pants, grinning, sticking his tongue through the gap in his teeth. He's a sight to behold, with an afro of ginger hair, eerie white eyes and a knife in his hands. "You seemed awful eager to be tied up."

I scowl darkly, wiggling a bit. My back is pressed against the closet door, my hands tied with rope which is subsequently tied to a knife that is sticking out of the top of the door. I'm naked as the day as I was born, presented in the dim light of the candles. "I could get out, if I want too."

He smiles, stalking closer. "Really, now?" Amused, he runs a finger over the blade of his knife, his thumb now a bright red. He sucks on it thoughtfully.

I know he speaks the truth. Dr.Wurzel could catch me if he wanted. He was skinny and looked like he had no muscle whatsoever, but there was a power in his insanity. He removes the thumb from his mouth, and places it against mine, still bleeding. He swipes my bottom lip, and my tongue darts out, licking away the drops of blood. Dr.Wurzel seems to like it, his white eyes watching me with a passive passion.

"You know, Mudsy, that if you could escape..." He leaned in, capturing my lips. We don't mesh. It's awkward, our noses bumping. We never will fit together perfectly, and he knows that as he pulls away, shuddering. The knife in his hand is suddenly coming towards my gut, and I frantically moved my torso to the side, missing the sharp blade by inches. His face, blank, is suddenly filled with a radiant smile.

"If you could escape... you'd never want too." Dr.Wurzel finished, watching me pant heavily and glance nervously at the knife.

Wurzel knows this too. He knows that we will never fit, never be remotely happy or even have a relationship past this twisted game of love.

"No, and that's why I hate you." I reply softly.

"I love you too, Mudsy."

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Why does Dr.Wurzel get no love? He was the first Doctor, before Fluffchester, and everyone likes a man with sharp, pointy knives, no? Anyway, I get Wurzel's desc. from the Identikit and from other articles. If you have no idea who Wurzel is/ want to know more about him, review saying 'WHO DA HELL IS WURZEL YOU CRAZAY MOFO!' and I'll send you some links.