After hours of drinking Murdoc finally emerged from the room he had been hidden in. He admitted he had passed out for awhile after the rum had run out, he made his way up to the main floor and looked to see that it was nearly four in the morning. He was still angry, not as angry as he had been though. He wasn't really sure anymore who he hated at the moment, but in the end it just made him more annoyed towards 2D….This was so pathetic, a normal person would talk things out. A normal person probably would have just dated the blue haired singer instead of treating him like some rag doll he loved one second then tore the arms off of the next….He leaned back against the kitchen counter closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He hated thinking about it, but maybe he really should talk to him. Maybe it was a good idea to go and talk to the younger man…He didn't know what he would say, apologize for what happened back at the hotel all those years ago. He knew he should say he didn't mean to beat him, maybe if the younger man even talked to him at all he could ask him where he'd been sneaking off to the past couple of weeks.

The bassist opened a new bottle of rum and took a long drink from it; he sat the bottle down on the counter, and made his way to the singer's bedroom. He stopped with his hand on the door knob closing his eyes tightly as he pushed the door open, when he opened them again he just froze his eyes widening in shock at the scene before him.

2D was on his bed his head thrown back against a pillow, eyes shut tightly as loud moans escaped his mouth. Above him was a man who appeared to be in his early twenties; his skin was pale, heavily tattooed, he had three lip piercings, green eyes, and black dreadlocks. His pierced mouth was currently on the vocalist neck biting causing the blue haired man to arch his back.

Murdoc gripped the handle tighter; he slammed the door hard against the wall. 2D's eyes snapped open; he pushed the younger man off of him as he sat up staring at the bassist with a look of pure shock and confusion. The black haired man just sat back and looked over at the Satanist like nothing about the situation bothered him.

"Wot t'e fuck are yew doing?"

The black haired man laughed and shook his head.

"What's it look like were doin?" He said smiling wickedly.

Murdoc could feel the rage building up inside of him.

"I didn't fucking ask yew, yew ugly goth wanna be fuckin' cunt." He yelled, his body shook with rage.

2D just sat staring at him, his face was red, eyes wide, and his mouth hung open.

"I-I….I-I-I….He…"

"I met 2D here in a bar last night and we went to my place, decided we'd come to his place this time. I'm Neil by the way, you're the bassist right?"

Murdoc made his way over to the bed grabbing the younger man by his black hair and jerking him down onto the floor. Neil looked up at him in shock and began to get up as the look turned to anger; the bassist hauled his foot back and kicked the younger man hard in the stomach knocking him back to the floor.

"Only move yew better be makin' is to get yer fuckin' clothes on and get t'e hell out of my house yew rotted piece of shit." Murdoc growled as the rage built up inside of him.

Neil sat staring up at him for a little bit, he slowly crawled to his feet, and began collecting his clothes. Murdoc didn't even watch him, a few minutes later the door slammed and he could hear hurried foot steps outside. 2D still sat looking up at him like he didn't even know how to react to the situation.

"Yew stupid fucking whore, how could yew do t'at to me?" Murdoc yelled angrily

With that the singer snapped out of his shock, he shook his head causing hair to fall over his face. He quickly got out of the bed reaching down and grabbing his jeans off of the floor.

"Wot, how dare yew fuckin' call me t'at?" The singer yelled sounding insulted

Murdoc grabbed him by his shoulders and slammed him back into a wall.

"Wot am I suppose to call yew t'en after I see yew gettin' fucked by some dread lock haired fuck?" Murdoc screamed as he began shaking the younger man.

The Satanist backed away from him then hit him hard in the stomach causing him to drop to his knees doubled over. He reached down grabbing the singer by the hair jerking his head back violently so that they were eye to eye again.

"Let go of me yew fuckin' bastard, leave me alone. T'is isn' any of yer fuckin' business wot I do and who ever I do it wit'." He muttered as he tried to pull away from the older man's hard grasp.

The bassist released him, 2D stood shakily to his feet with one arm still wrapped around his midsection. Murdoc felt disgusted as he looked at him, he couldn't stop thinking about what he'd walked in on. No other man was supposed to do those things to him, no other man was supposed to make him moan like that. Those were things that were promised to him years ago, he felt sick.

"Yew fuckin' promised me yew worthless fuck, yew promised me yew would never get wit' another man. I fucking own yew, yew belong to me, yer my fucking singer, and my property."

"I don't belong to yew, remember? Wot so it's okay fer yew to go an-and shag some birds yew met at one of our concerts when yew told me yew wouldn't, but I can't shag a few guys?" 2D asked his voice was high; it broke a few times like he was ready to break down crying.

Murdoc stared at him, his eyes widened slightly. There had been more than one guy, he tried to process it. The singer shook his head and smiled bitterly when he noticed the older man's reaction.

"Yeah t'at's right he's not t'e firs' guy I've 'ad sex wit' since I left Kong. I don't fuckin' belong to yew Mu'doc."

The bassist wrapped his fingers around his throat tightly and slammed him back against the wall. He hauled a fist back ready to hit him, he expected fear, but he didn't see any. The singer just looked down at him waiting for the hit, why keep him waiting?

He began punching the younger man repeatedly, after the fifth hit he finally pulled away letting him drop to the ground.

"How many t'en, yer jus' some worthless fuckin' tramp now aren't ya?" Murdoc growled as he kicked him in the stomach knocking him onto his ass.

"Wot so I'm jus' a whore like yew now?" 2D asked as he stumbled to his feet.

The bassist held in the urge to hit him, he was sick of hitting him. He was sick of touching him; he didn't want to touch him knowing that another guy had just been touching him. He couldn't figure out the difference, why it was okay for him to have sex with so many women, but 2D couldn't be with anybody. He was always the option, he'd always been waiting like a dog waiting for its master to come back home from work.

"Shut yer mouth."

"Make me, I'm sick of t'is. Go 'head beat me up if ya wan' to, I don' fuckin' care anymore! So yeah I dated some guys when I was in England, I've been wit' some guys here, bu' at least I'm not like yew. Why is it wrong fer me to do t'is when yew do wot you do? I'm sick of t'is, every time an interviewer woul' ask if yew were gay yew would freak out. Yew would go on sayin' 'ow much yew love women and 'ow yew would never 'ave sex wit' another bloke. T'en after t'e interview was over yew would take me back to t'e hotel and fuck me. So don' Fuckin act like I'm doin somefink wrong." 2D yelled as tears began rolling down his face, he looked pissed. His body was shaking with each word and his face showed the rage flowing through his body.

"I'm not gay yew idiot, I'm not fuckin' gay. Shagging yew don' make me gay, it makes me fuckin' desperate. I'd 'ave to be desperate for a fuck to have sex wit' some ugly piece of shit fagg-"

Murdoc stopped himself before the rest of the word came out. He averted his eyes from the younger man avoiding his intense stare, he'd call him anything, but he wouldn't call him that. He didn't know why, but something about that word just seemed too far especially in this situation.

"Wot, c'mon Mu'doc fuckin' finish t'e word."

"No I'm not sayin' it faceache." He said shaking his head.

He wasn't even enraged anymore, his head felt light, his stomach was killing him, and he was beginning to feel exhausted.

Before he knew it he was being slammed back against a wall, he looked up to see 2D glaring down at him. His hands were pressed firmly against his chest to keep him from moving, he knew he could easily get the younger man off of him, but he was too tired. He was done with this; he just wanted to get back to drinking, and possibly burn some things.

"Say it yew fuckin' filthy bastard. 2D is a faggot, c'mon yew know yew wanna say it. Yew fuckin' disgust me, yew don' give a fuck about me. Yew just care about yer fuckin' money and t'e band I mean nofink to yew and I never have. Yew ugly, old, green skinned son of a bitch. I don'…Don' ever fuckin' touch me again, don' do it I'm sick of t'is. All yew've done is 'urt me and I'm sick of it, yew got yer birds and yer stupid rum. Yew don't need me no more, I'm yer singer, and nofink else. Now get t'e hell away from me."

With that the blue haired man backed away. Murdoc stared at him for a moment, studying him. He waited for the rage to fade away, but it stayed in place. He quickly left the singer's room and made his way into the elevator back down to one of the lower floors. He went into the first room he came to slamming the door shut behind him, he began picking up objects and throwing them as he screamed obscenely. He wasn't even angry, he was just frustrated. He couldn't stop thinking about all of it; he couldn't stop thinking about what he'd walked in and saw, about the words 2D had said to him. He couldn't forget about it, he slammed his fist into a wall until it began to throb; he leaned his head against the wall and slid down to the floor.

His head was pounding now; he closed his eyes tightly as the room began to spin. There was too much going through his mind right now, he pulled his legs up against himself and groaned as he felt a few tears spill from his eyes. Fucking weak, he was fucking weak, only weak idiots cried. Idiots like 2D cried, Murdoc Niccals didn't fucking cry, but here he was in a dark room crying. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to make him hate himself.

He remembered back when he was a little kid, times his father would come home stinking drunk, and enraged. How he would come looking for Murdoc…

No, this wasn't time to think about that. He felt like he was there again, but he wasn't the one being hit anymore, he was the one doing the hitting. He was turning into that monster called his father and he didn't want it to happen, it used to be he put on an act to keep from being hurt physically…Now the mask was melding with his skin, becoming his personality, his only personality.

He banged his head back against the cold metal wall a few times causing the throbbing in his head to increase, but it made the thoughts fade away. He hated this, nothing about this was right. He wasn't gay, he wasn't in love, he hated the little bastard, but he never meant to say that shit…He never meant a lot of shit, but yet it all happened…He still couldn't stop thinking about what he had seen though, fucking bastard.