So, Here it is.

Final Chapter.

Be forewarned: Smut. Slash.


The sensation of feeling completely loved and satisfied was a new discovery for Stuart. He'd always dreamed of it. Reading about it in love poems, lyrics and those stupid little greeting cards you get at the store. After a while he though of it just as a being heap of malarkey. But surely this new feeling was something he assumed to be accurate in his own point of view. The taste of the older man was even more intoxicating than he'd ever imagined. The older's more experienced tongue lacing in with his own pushing for dominance from one cavern to the other. The heat between them was growing and the clothes against their flesh was starting to become bothersome. Then it hit him.

A violent chill swept through the pianist sending a pleasurable pulsing through his nerves the blood rushing to his desire. His normally fitting pants tightening into a rather uncomfortable problem. His own hands found themselves wrapping around the bassists waist. It was the best he could manage for the time being fearful of plummeting to the ground from his lanky legs giving into the new lust.

He pulled his face away from the bassist earning a look of displeasure from the man in his arms. What was he doing?

"W-what are you doing?" The singer panted slightly still keeping his voice low as if someone would catch the two of them out in the hallway playing suck face.

A small chuckle erupted from deep within the satanist. It was so alluring and devious 2D almost he could hear it more often. The mismatched eyes met with black ones once again holding the singer in place. Murdoc paused again before he spoke hoping to appeal to the man as best he could. Nothing came. Well, he tried at least.

"Apologizing..." The bassist said flatly not flattered in the least feeling more stupid than ever. He still didn't know why he was still attempting to win the man over. It was clear to him that he was just wasting his time, another reason why he held back on the singer so much in this way but lately it just wasn't enough. He hated himself for feeling this way about another bloke and it always maddened him to know that his desires would get him off at the lowest things.

Murdoc's long tongue trailed slowly over the velvet lips of the nervous singer making the man against the wall moan, mostly, against his will. This was something the satanist thought he would never achieve with the bluenette. In a way he wanted to say that he was blessed? No, hell would always follow him. No doubt something would be twisted soon enough. That or he would screw up his own relationships. Like always.

The moist skin of his lips strummed over the singers throat, bruising the sensitive flesh nipping at random moments the green skinned man's his thoughts deepening with every kiss. His fingers found themselves deep in the singers roots pulling onto the azure locks.

The younger of the two panted trying his moans to a dull roar his desires pressing against his hem in protest. He prayed to god that Murdoc wasn't going to rape him but deep down, he needed it.

2D was pressed harder against the cold wall the chill seeping through the cotton of his shirt to his overheated lumbar area and stiff shoulders. That was it.

His hands slipped quickly from the bassists' hips, his nimble digits working away the button and zipper of his pants to free his problem the satanist watching in amusement.

'So, this is your idea of an apology? ' Murdoc heaved a sigh pulling from the man momentarily, a smile still in place seeing the singers scarlet face in sexual frustration because of him. He sneered, 'No one else can see that or I'll break them...'

"Stu.." The Bassist spoke his words laced in lust his warm words trailing over the singers ear.

"What?" he asked stopping everything he'd been working on suddenly feeling dirty and guilt for being caught being so desperate to free himself.

Sharp teeth sunk into the pianist's neck a drawn out moan echoing the hallways, the long tongue of the satanist lapping at the fresh wound.

"Do you care for me?" Murdoc dared asked picking the singer up but the buttocks his pants almost off his bum, wrapping the long legs around his own waste pinning the flushing man tighter to the wall.

A slight nod came from the younger of the two his dark eyes hesitant at first to look into the two toned ones, "Yeah..." he mumbled.

Some kind of madness was happening. It was almost to good to feel this way. But it was happening here and now, to the two of them. Long arms wrapped around the bassists neck unsure of everything that wasn't the new spark in his heart. He knew he would hate himself later for doing this but for the sake of his own feelings, and the emotionally imbalanced state his mind was in he would go with it. Just pretend. And everything would be better. Even if it was with Murdoc it would be done and other with. But it wasn't a lie, he really did start to see now that he cared for the older man.

Murdoc was sure he was breathing but as far as he was concerned he wasn't even alive. He watched astounded from the singers reply. The familiar feeling of hesitation and guilt filling him from his first experience with love. But it was different now. He just prayed, yes prayed, that he didn't lose it. Damn the butterflies inside him but lust was much more powerful. Thankfully.

The clashing lips from one another was most definitely the beginning of when all of the torture of one another started. Murdoc and Stuart kissing, biting, and sucking at each others necks until shirts started flying and more skin was exposed giving more target practice to both men.

They lay in the hallway now 2D straddling the bassist continuing their endless touching. It was more than intoxicating. Murdoc was sure he would definitely be explaining more when the hour came but for the moment he could honestly could give a fuck about anything. He was sure he had his singer.

Two Hours Later...

"Did you hear that?" Noodle asked stopping in her tracks as she entered the kitchen, straining her ears to listen to the odd sounds looking over her shoulder to the drummer carrying all of their purchases his head swiveling around to meet her confused expression.

Putting all of the bags on the counter Russel listened carefully trying to pick up on the odd thing the girl had discovered. Pulling out her mobile she read the screen disappointed to see that her singer still hadn't replied to her messages tucking the device away from where it once was. She looked up at the man next to her surprised to see his eyes white a pained and shocked expression on his features.

"Stay here baby girl.." He said low and shady hoping his assumptions where wrong from what his ears were signaling him to hear. The Asian girl tilted her head to the side not really concerned about the noise but all the same curious. Hopping up into one of the bar stools she sat in silence her jade eyes following the black man across the room to the elevator until he made it upstairs, her ears straining to hear more.

All was quiet. Not a sound was heard except the thumping of his heavy soles. The it was quiet again. The elevator chimed the doors opening after only a moment and the man stepped off looking petrified.

"Don't go upstairs baby girl. 'D and Muds are gettin' it on." He grimaced walking over to the counter to put away the bought items.

Small giggles came from her before she assisted him no longer hearing the moans from above, "About time."

The two panted in each others mouths their climaxes coming to a slow halt. Murdoc traced his fingers over the singers red, swollen and slightly bitten lips pressing kisses to them slowly the man under him starting to chuckle, "How do you feel luv?" Murdoc teased looking over the man's naked form completely spent and dirty from Stuart's own ribbons of white covering both their abdomens.

The singer continued to pant starting to return to normal breathing his fingers easing from older mans dark locks, "Feel.. Good.."