Okay, so earlier this morning, I got the idea for the fic. It's smutty, so be warned. I don't know if this will be a full story (probably) or just a oneshot. I would love to hear your opinions ^^; and tell me how I did with the smut.

Murdoc Niccals had many addictions, and he wasn't afraid to admit it. But there was that one that made him crave it even more every time he got a dose of it.

Murdoc laid awake in his Winnebago. It was 2:43 at night, and he hadn't been to sleep in two days, hadn't even eat in 3 days. Sleep was something he couldn't get. All because of one thing…

He got up and began to pace back and forth. He felt drained. Whenever he closed his eyes, vivid images would show themselves from being hidden in the far corners of his mind. Every time he went to sleep, he'd have erotic dreams.

All because of one thing…

He pulled his hair as he swore obscenities. He allowed himself to think back to the day this started all of this.

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2D came knocking on the door of his Winnebago and moved just in time as the door nearly flew off the hinges. Murdoc answered, clad in only jeans.

"What the fuck do you want?!" Murdoc spat.

"I-I was wonderin', d-do you happen to have any of my pills?" 2D stuttered as he continued. "I have a really bad headache. I asked Russel and Noodle to pick some more up for me."

Murdoc peered at the front man as he held his head and whimpered in pain. "You've seriously got to stop popping so many pills." Murdoc said.

"But they help me feel better."

"Too bad. I don't have any."

2D's looked at the bassist in desperation. "Do you have anything else then?"

The bassist flashed him an evil smirk. "I've got something that'll cure that headache." He walked into his Winnebago with 2D following close behind.

2D sat on the unmade bed in the back of the vehicle. He looked up expectantly at the bassist as he neared the spot the singer was sitting in. Murdoc gently pushed him onto the bed, making 2D yelp in surprise.

"W-what are you doing?"

Murdoc shushed him. "Just lay back and relax…"

2D obediently did as the Satanist told him to. Murdoc straddled the bluenette, and began to gently kiss him on his lips. This made the butterflies in 2D's stomach flutter. He's always had a slight crush on Murdoc, and it only grew the more they spent time together. He always thought Murdoc hated him, and this would occasionally depress the bluenette.

But, in truth, Murdoc felt the same way for 2D. He just had a hard time expressing it. He'd get frustrated when 2D didn't get the little hints Murdoc sent out and he constantly found a way to drive women away from the singer.

Not missing a beat, 2D kissed back. The bassist deepened the kiss, and bit the singer's lower lip, making a gasp escape his lips. Murdoc took this as the chance to shove his tongue in the latter's mouth, circling his tongue around 2D's tongue. 2D continuously moaned and the bassist swallowed them up. They broke away from the kiss after what seemed like an eternity, gasping for air. Murdoc leaned down and kissed the singer's neck, leaving hickies and bite marks. He quickly peeled the singer's shirt off and slid his long tongue down to the latter's nipples and began to lick and suck them slowly. 2D moaned at the sensation. Murdoc licked and bit lower and lower, until he reached the hem of the singer's jeans. He smirked and looked up at the singer, who was looking down at him with half lidded eyes, a look of pure lust written on his features. The bassist unbuckled 2D's pants and yanked them off. He stared at the latter's stiffened member and smirked. He stuck his tongue out and licked from the base to the tip, relishing in the groan that 2D made. Wrapping his long tongue around 2D's cock, he took the head into his mouth and licked slowly. The bluenette bucked his hips and sighed in an exasperated fashion.

"Murdoc. Please… don't tease me." He whined.

The Satanist chuckled, sending vibrations throughout 2D's body. He moaned and shuttered. Murdoc took the singer's length into his mouth and bobbed his head up and down. 2D moaned loudly and arched his back off the bed.

"F…Fuck…" he panted.

Murdoc sucked harder, knowing this would send the singer into a frenzy. The singer's moans got louder and higher, and before he knew it he was sitting up clutching the sheets. He felt himself getting closer and closer. Finally, he released in the bassist's mouth, moaning obscenities and the latter's name over and over. Murdoc groaned, loving the taste he just swallowed.

End of flashback.

All of this was because of Stuart Pot. He couldn't function right without wanting to fuck the bluenette. The bassist couldn't sleep without dreaming of fucking 2D. Tasting his skin, hearing his moans…

As the days passed by, he wanted the singer more and more.

He was becoming an addiction…