Title: Flush
Summary: When they get drunk they lost every control. But 2-D still loved the flush.
Warnings: Mentions of Sex, drinking
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Characters belong to Damon Albarn & Jamie Hewlett
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Flush
Love is like a good wine. Sweet with a slightly bitter aftertaste. It don't make you drunk, unless you drink a lot, but it gave you a warm, fuzzy feeling in your stomach. A subliminal soft flush.
And loving was like a drunken stupor. You'll vomit, do something totally stupid you don't want to remember the next day and it'll give you some of the worst headaches ever. You'll lose every control.
On the other hand while you're drunk you feel too good to think about that.
Loving Murdoc was like being drunk. Most of the time they were. They were in a rush, made of lust and alcohol, intensify both and mixing it, so neither of them was sure why they did, what they did. Not like they would know what they did. Murdoc called it sex. Quick, hot, rough sex, when he was too drunk to found himself a decent girl so he just settled for 2-D. He made sure 2-D know he just thought about him as an replacement, being even more abusing then usual. Scratching, leaving deep and bloody marks on his back, whispering hateful words in his ear, a breeze over a sea of rage and pain. 2-D just narrowed his eyes and tried not to scream. This only made Murdoc angry. His hand started shaking every time. Just slightly, but 2-D always noticed. He tensed, his hands clenching the pillow, burrowing his face and hopped for the best every time. When Murdoc got angry he lost control.
He bend over 2-D's shoulder, his tooth scraping over bare skin, grinning wolfish when he noticed 2-D started shivering. ''What's wrong?'' he voice was shaky, tripped up by anger and he hissed when he noticed. He bit, making 2-D jerking and whimpering in his pillows, holding back tears. Still he didn't scream. A beat followed placed on his back head. The world got black for a moment, a sharp sting, exploding in thousand different colours for his inner eyes. He opened his mouth, wanted to scream but only a deep grown came out. Murdoc depeend the bit, tasting 2-D's blood in his mouth, a metallic taste. ''Why?'' he asked, his voice muffled by 2-D's flesh. His hands cramped 2-D's wrist, holding him down. ''Why?'' He closed his arms around 2-D's throat and dragged his head up. 2-D chocked, struggled against Murdoc's grasp. ''Why?'' Murdoc shouted. He jerked away, lifted his hips, his hands moving from 2-D neck to his shoulder, turning him roughly around. ''WHY?'' 2-D stared up to Murdoc, shaking him, screaming at him, empty of any self control. Murdoc broke. His hand shacked, his nails burring in 2-D's shoulder. 2-D didn't noticed, the pain just vaguely pushing on one side of his ghost. ''Why don't you just stay away?'' he bend down, embracing him tightly, the anger gone, vanished with the wish to hurt 2-D. 2-D lifted his arm, reached around Murdoc, to hold him tighter. He starred at the ceiling, moving his hands slight over Murdoc's back, feeling the shiver running throw it. ''I will only hurt you.'' Murdoc whispered quietly. 2-D smiled lightly, knowing Murdoc couldn't see it. He closed his eyes, waiting for Murdoc to calm down, to get his control back. He would, he know. When the shaking stopped, Murdoc would be normal again.
And in the morning it would just be another night of rough sex he didn't want to remember.
The bruises were the puddles of vomit you'll wake up to and trying to act normal was one of the worst headache ever.
Still he would always come back for the the bitter sweet taste and the flush.