2D's Decision
Murdoc fell to his knees, his brain screaming.
" 'oly shit, I'm turnin' into 'im."
"Wha… what?" said a very confused 2D. Murdoc looked at 2D with glassy eyes. He couldn't believe this. All those bruises and stitches; had he done that? His gaze trailed up to the bloodied singer's face. It was a horrible sight to behold, what with tars pouring out of his eyes and blood out of his nose. He winced as the bassist got up and started heading for him.
"I ain't gonna 'urt ya", he said, offering a hand to help 2D up.
"You sure you're feelin' awite, Mudsey?" inquired the cerulean-haired singer as he grabbed the hand and pulled himself up.
"Not sure," responded Murdoc wearily, "Musta' 'ad too much teh drink las' night."
2D, wide eyed, was being dragged to the bathroom to clean himself up. Murdoc shoved him in there and kept the door shut. When 2D came out, Murdoc looked him over leisurely.
"No fuckin' way," he whispered quietly. "Come 'ere 'D." D? When was the last time he called him D?
"What? What are you doin'?" Murdoc was leisurely walking towards 2D. He knew that look; that was the look he gave women just before he moved in for the kill. 2D started to cry. Anywhere, anything but this. Unfortunately, Murdoc had him backed into a corner. The man that 2D thought he knew grabbed the bottom of his shirt, and pulled it over his head with some opposition.
"Is okay, Luv", Murdoc cooed. Now it's Luv? That one word sent chills down his spine. He noticed he was shaking, and quickly stopped himself to rob Murdoc of his enjoyment from his fear. By this time, both shirts were now on the floor, and 2Dnoticed that the older man had lost quite a bit of weight.
"Please, Murdoc, don't do-" He was silenced by a kiss. He could feel the long tongue exploring his mouth, rejoicing in every new place that he discovered. Then the taste came. Stale cigarettes and old whisky. Typical Murdoc. He laughed at this finding, giving the man on top of him the wrong idea. Now he started biting 2D's lips. No, no, no, no! I can't let this happen. He tried to push the mad man away, and amazingly succeeded. The triumph didn't last long, however. Stuart couldn't contain his gasp of surprise when Murdoc undid the belt that kept the young keyboardist's pants up.
"Stop 'eh! Why 'id ya change, Mudsey? I mean, I didn' like you beatin' me up all the time, but I don't like dis either!" Murdoc took off his pants, and held 2D close to him.
"Sure ya do, Luv. It will be over soon." With that, 2D passed out from the sleeping pills he had taken such a short time ago.