This is a warning to some of the more sensitive readers, please don't ignore this bit. This story is my first attempt at a bit of slash, and wanting to keep in line with Jamies characterization of Murdoc, the story does eventually become rather strong. If you do not wish to read something akin to rape? Please feel free to move on from here. Thank you.
I also apologise for my bad writing. I have a bit of what you could call a learning disability. I am doing my best to learn. But until I do, or buy a writing program, you'll have to put up with some of my literary weaknesses.
2D had been having a strange series of dreams lately. He'd found that on at least several of these occasions he'd woken with his bum aching, and Murdoc walking around looking extremely pleased with himself. Not that he hadn't seen that expression before, at least something similar to it. Usually after he'd managed to worm an exclusive deal from some poor deluded young thing. So Murdoc would explain later. 2D wasn't that vague in mind, he knew what the devious old man meant by "deal" and it just made the Keyboardists skin cold. 'Poor things'. He thinks as he brushes his teeth. He tries to imagine why so many of his young fan girls find him so irresistible. After all, this was Murdoc he was talking about. A walking, talking, nasty... evil? Pile of combustible cruelty. Someone who if you gave him half a chance, would think nothing of digging up your dead Grandma just for a laugh. How could anyone say they love someone so horrible? He looks at his reflection in the mirror and sighs, then grabbing a handful of water, rinses and dries his face on the towel nearby.
"But they do". He says to his reflection. "They love him ta bits". He turns and picks up his toiletries, then walks from the bathroom and into the corridor. 'Maybe it's like some kind'a weird voodoo? Muds has books on that in his Winnie'. He opens the door at the other end and leaves the hallway. The door closing itself behind him.
Later in the lobby, 2D is staring blankly at the television on the wall in the alcove. Russel walks in from outside and spots him instantly, moving to stand next to him, the large man looks up at the screen. For a moment both men stand still as statues, staring blankly ahead without speaking. The only sound that can be heard is a phone ringing somewhere in the building. It rings and rings, but no one ever answers it. The sound stops and the two men continue to stare. Russel suddenly turns and looks up at the dazed young man.
"I tried it. But still I don' git it. Wassa big deal wit' all dis zonin', man? I don' feel nuthin'". He growls, tapping the Keyboardists arm with the back of his own large hand. 2D continues to stare slack jawed at the screen. "Dat ain' even on ya....". He adds pointing to the television and finally giving up, waves his dazed companion off and heads off to the cafe for a snack. Murdoc enters Kong, just as Russel turns the corner further down the lobby. The old man stops dead for a moment, almost as if he's not sure he wants to enter the building after all. He hesitates a moment more, before finally stepping inside and letting the door close behind him. He to approaches the dazed young man and looks up at the blank screen. Seeing it's not switched on, he looks behind him for the remote, eventually finding it on the floor under the table. He bends down and picks it up, running his thumb over the buttons to the one marked on, he turns his body back to face the screen and switches it on. 2D blinks and finally turns around, looking down at the floor and following Murdocs legs up to his torso, then face.
"Oh, allo". He smiles vaguely. Murdoc looks down at the remote amused, and chuckles as he thinks how good it would be if 2D did have an on, off switch. He tosses the remote onto the table and grunts at the young man in response, then shoving his hands into his pockets walks across to the elevator. 2D faithfully follows and they both step inside when it arrives, turning almost automatically to face the doors. Murdoc hits the button and steps back, ignoring his companion in the small enclosed room. 2D watches the numbers and goes back to what he'd been thinking about before in the bathroom. 'They must know he's not a nice man? And he smells'. He thinks, screwing up his nose and turning to look at the Bassist. Murdoc partially turns his head and looks at the young man for a moment. But the lift suddenly comes to a stop and the doors slide open, so he walks out and heads straight into the kitchen. 2D continues to follow the older man into the room with his hands deep in his pockets, and his head bowed low, looking a little like a lost puppy. Watching the heels of Murdocs boots as they travel along and making sure to keep a bit of distance between him and them. They stop for a moment as the old man reaches the balcony door and 2D pauses with them, not lifting his eyes and checking where the boots are taking him. Stepping through the door, they head outside and finally stop again at the railing. Finally 2D looks up and out towards the horizon.
"Are you lost again or summink"? Murdoc suddenly hisses at him. 2D turns and blinks at him for a moment as the words slowly fall into place. He shakes his head and reaches forwards with his hands, gripping the railing and leaning his weight back on his heels. Murdoc sighs and turns his attention out to the landfill himself, leaning down and resting his weight on his forearms on the railing. He crosses his ankles and taps gently on the floor with the toe of one boot. 2D turns back to the horizon and continues to puzzle the Murdoc and his fans problem out. 'Hypno... thing? Hypnotic, that's the word. Maybe that's it. He's hypnotized them into not smellin' him. Or seein his scruffy clothes... Or sumfink'? Russel suddenly appears behind them holding the door open.
"I'm goin' out ta git sum chicken. Anyone wanna come"? He asks as both men turn to look at him. 2D and Murdoc both look at one another, before shaking their heads and looking once again at the large man. "Want me ta git ya summit den? Coz I ain' goin' back if'n yo change yo mind"? He asks. 2D shakes his head once again, and looks out over the horizon. Murdoc thinks about it and finally approaches the Drummer. They talk quietly for a moment but the Keyboardist doesn't hear them, he's far too busy watching the birds in the distance, feeling the cool air against his face. 'Be nice if it didn' smell so bad heya'? He thinks. 'Sumfink familiar 'bout it....? Muds. Everyfink heya smells like Muds'. He suddenly giggles to himself, dropping his head to his chest and following it down to lean his forearms against the railing. Moving his legs back he lays the side of his head down on his arms, using them like a pillow as he watches the clouds float gently over the landscape. His view is suddenly interrupted by Murdoc returning to his place and leaning against the railing beside him again. So 2D sighs and lifts his head, turning it and dropping his chin on his arms again to look ahead of him instead.
"He's gone then Muds"? He mumbles almost sleepily at the Bassist. Murdoc grunts an affirmation and reaches into his pocket for his cigarettes.
"Yeah. Just you, me and that stupid cloud out there". He answers as he slides out a cigarette and pops it between his lips. 2D doesn't answer, instead he searches the sky as he looks for the cloud Murdoc was referring to. Given there are so many he's not able to pick the right one, but can't be bothered asking, so he turns his head again and rests the side of his face against his forearms. Watching the old man puffing on his cigarette he studies the Bassists rugged features, still not able to truly understand the old Bassists fans fascination with him. Murdoc feels he's being watched and looks down at the young man beside him. He grimaces but does his best not to let it bother him, choosing to step away and move over to the table and chairs. He kicks one out from the table and sits down, dropping his packet of 'Lucky Lungs' on the table in front of him. 2D watches him for a moment, before straightening up and joining him.
"Maybe it's just coz, your a horrible, nasty, dirty, green piece of filth"? 2D suddenly says out loud. Murdoc snaps his head up and glares at the young man in rage. He slowly gets to his feet, flicking the cigarette in his hand over the railing.
"What did you say"? He asks in utter disbelief. 2D turns sharply and stares at him, his hand still on the back of the chair he was about to pull out for himself. Suddenly realizing he'd said that, and not thought it, he goes to step away while holding one hand out in front of him in defense.
"I...? I...? Sorry, I didn' mean ta say that out loud". He whimpers as Murdoc steps round to block the young mans escape. His mind prickling with absolute fury at the young mans defiance, the Bassist makes a tight fist and pulls it back, 2D sees it, but not in time to raise his hand to protect his face. The fist suddenly shoots forwards, cracking hard against his jaw, the sound of cracking booms through his head like a crack of thunder. The light flashes brightly for a moment, as sparkles of brilliance shoot painfully around the edges of the scene before him. 2D wobbles unsteadily on his feet, his body arched round with the impact. He straightens up for a moment, with his eyelids fluttering, before the Keyboardist suddenly goes completely limp and falls against the old mans chest. Murdoc hisses viciously at him and is just about to let him drop to the floor and go back to the Winnie, when he remembers they're completely alone.
"Teach you ya arrogant little prick"! He snarls.
Almost like lightning Murdoc lifts the unconscious young man, and after only brief struggle manages to lie him down face first on the table. He quickly unbuckles his trousers and drops them. Then doing the same to the Keyboardist and without so much as a word, he rams his nine and a half inches of painfully throbbing member into 2Ds rectum. Murdocs brain almost seems to explode in a mixture of fear and utter joy at the sensations pouring down over his body. To be able to have his way with him with out a fight? But somehow inside he felt it could be better, it would be good to watch 2D struggling feebly to escape his clutches. Listening to him begin to moan louder and louder with each thrust, as his tight little bum was viciously violated by the incessant pounding being administered by his massive erection. Murdoc closes his eyes and mentally transports himself to another place, all of the other surrounding activity had come to a crashing halt, as the old man desired an audience to watch him put 2D well and truly in place. His mind fills with a scene and the old man falls deeper into it. On stage in front of the entire world, an audience cheers loudly as the Bassist slams himself deeper and harder into the young mans limp body. Yelps and shouts of "Give it to him good, Muds", and "Make him your fucking bitch" come whistling out of the crowd, which makes Murdoc even more excited than before. He reaches down and grabs 2Ds right shoulder and digging his nails deeply into the flesh, braces himself as he feels the ejaculate begin to rise. "Fuggit to his defenseless victim". Murdoc was going to give it everything he had.
The old man is suddenly snapped back to reality, when he realizes he just can't hold back any longer, and as he roars like a Demon from the deepest parts of Hell itself, his penis convulses over and over again as it spurts load after load deep inside the bowels of his beaten down victim. Murdoc pants with relief and steps back, his penis slipping free and swaying gently back and forth in the evening air. The old man almost stumbles back wards into the chair behind him and he takes a long deep sucking breath, wiping at the sweat running down his face and neck with his hand, before letting the breath flow slowly back out of him as he turns his head and gazes out at the dimly lit landfill far below.
Feeling the strength come back to his legs, he stands and pulls his trousers back on, then steps back over to the still unconscious 2D and does the same. Just as he finishes buckling the young mans belt, his weight shifts on the table, and the young man slides off the edge, crashing into a limp heap on the floor. Murdoc looks blankly down at the body and shrugs.
"Fine. Be that way". He smiles, and sliding a cigarette out of the packet on the table, lights it and heads inside.
Russel returns with his meal and heads to the kitchen balcony to give the Bassist what he'd ordered. Looking through the kitchen door, he sees 2D still out cold and Murdoc is no where to be seen. Shrugging the Drummer drops the bags of food on the table, and heads outside to make sure 2D is still breathing. Finding he's simply unconscious, he turns back to the kitchen and looks in the bags for Murdocs order.
Murdoc is in the Winnie playing with Cortez, when he hears a loud booming on the door. He snatches it open expecting to find 2D standing there, once again complaining about "his backside" but instead finds Russel, holding his bag of food. Taking it he turns to the table, and deposits the goodies out. Russel, still standing at the door, jabs a thumb over his shoulder in 2Ds general direction.
"Wha'd up wif da sleepin' one"? He asks. Murdoc shrugs as he opens a fast food container, and sits down.
"He was just bein' his general irritating self, and I thought he could use a lie down. Why do you, care"? Murdoc replies, shoveling food into his mouth with a plastic fork. Russel slightly looks back raising an eyebrow, but his stomach growls, and he decides to leave it alone. Waving it off, he plods back to the kitchen. Murdoc sucks the juice from his meal thoughtfully from his fork and he watches from the side window, as the corridor door closes behind the large man. Smiling to himself, he stands up and steps across to the Winnies side door. Reaching out and gripping the edge of it between his taloned fingers, he slowly pulls it shut. Knowing that 2D was bound to keep complaining, but so long as his secret remained a secret, Murdoc knew he could pretty much have his way with the unfortunate young man.