"So do you really remember bein' here at all?" Murdoc asked as he led Stu into the small apartment.

He watched as the blue haired man entered the small rec room and looked around curiously. He scratched at the side of his head then looked back over his shoulder at the older man.

"I fink so, I fink I remember bein on tat couch a lot."

"Yeah well ya got that part right. Only place I really had fer ya when I was takin' care of you." Murdoc said as he took a seat on the worn down navy blue couch.

It wasn't a great place for even one human being to live let alone two, but it fit his needs. Mostly his needs consisted of the occasional ritual, frequent shags, and a place to pass out when he was completely drunk.

He continued to watch the taller man as he walked around the place looking over everything. He finally went and sat next to the Satanist and flung an arm around him.

"I remember somefinks…Not everyfink though, like yew talkin' to me a lot, but not exactly what yew were sayin' to me." He said as he tried to remember more things.

"Well yeah it woulda been weird keepin' a person in my place as some random decoration."

Stu nodded slowly and smiled.

"I've been wonderin' why is your hair blue like that?" Murdoc asked as he ran his fingers through the mess that was down to the boy's shoulders by this point.

Stu looked over at him then ran his fingers through his own hair looking down at it curiously then back at the older man.

"Well…When I was little I was in a tree 'ouse and I fell outta it and landed on me head. After tat my hair turned all blue and stuff."

Murdoc stared at him for a moment then laughed.

"Yer really strange mate," He said shaking his head slowly.

The other man continued to stare at him, exactly how much brain damage could one man endure in a lifetime?

"Do yew think ya could cut my hair for me, I don't fink I like it bein' this long anymore." He said as he continued petting through it.

"Can't promise ya it'll look great, but I could give it a go."

Murdoc reached over the side of the couch and began searching through piles of magazines, rituals, lyric sheets, and finally he found the scissors. He returned and motioned for the younger man to turn around so that his back was facing him.

He hadn't exactly cut hair before, not on willing beings before. There had been a few neighborhood dogs he'd shaved nearly bald, sleeping elders on park benches, and a few knocked out stoners. To try and do a decent job cutting the hair of somebody who asked him to…That he hadn't done before, but from what he gathered so far from the younger man he knew he wouldn't get angry even if he ended up completely bald.

He began cutting along the long dark blue strands, sometimes he swore they changed to different shades every now and again. As he cut Stu's hair the younger boy began humming something and soon the humming turned into singing. He stopped half way through what he was doing and began listening to the younger man's voice. His mind began working quickly as he listened to the angelic sound coming from Stu's mouth. He couldn't believe this, was this why he hit him with his van….It was perfect, maybe the Devil had great plans for him in the future. Maybe his dreams of having the world's largest rock group weren't quite dead yet.

The boy stopped singing and turned to look at him.

"Wot's wrong?"

"Ah…Erm nothing, ju-just done…Hey Stu um what do you think about bein' in my band that I'm starting?"

The boy turned his body around giving the older man his full attention.

"Really, yew want me in yer band?"

"Yes I really do, you got a great voice on you mate. You'd make a perfect singer and ya got good looks on you too…"

Stu blushed and looked down; he began fumbling with his fingers.

"Wot about my eyes; won't tat make people sick when they see us live?"

"It won't and the ones that it does freak they can just sod off, we don't need 'em listenin' to our music."

'Our' he was actually sharing his band with this kid, his ideas, and his lyrics. He was also sharing his apartment and his bed with him so why not?

Stu smiled and crawled onto the older man's lap wrapping his arms loosely around his neck.

"Fank you Muds, yew really 'ave saved me life and all. Givin' me dis place ta live then letting me in yer band. I really do owe you everyfink."

It still scared him how the kid looked at him, how he touched him. He was holding off on abusing him for as long as he could, he wondered if he remembered those things, the times of being beaten and occasionally stabbed. Shit he wondered if the boy would even care about being hit.

He ran his fingers through Stu's now spiked blue hair. He looked over his appearance and realized to most people it would be quite horrifying, but he couldn't see it. He leaned in kissing him quickly, the younger man smiled at him. He kind of liked the way he smiled with his crooked teeth….He needed to stop liking him so much.

"2D" Murdoc mumbled to himself as he looked at the now rather confused man.

"Wot, wot does 2D mean?"

"That's you mate, I'm callin' you that from now on."

"How come?"

"You got two dents in yer head." He said pointing to the black circles.

"Tat's mean y'know makin' fun of me like tat….I do like it though sounds kinda cool."

"Good then from now on no more Stuart, just 2D."

He leaned in kissing the boy again, he kissed back readily. The more times they did this the more eager he noticed the younger man was, he held him closely as they kissed more passionately. Murdoc ran his fingers up under his shirt touching along his pale skin, he groaned as 2D tugged at his messed black hair. He broke away and watched as the singer pulled back quickly removing his shirt and tossing it to the floor.

He placed his hands on the blue haired man's sides gripping tightly. He leaned forward and licked from the center of his chest down to his navel then back up again.

"Yer tongue always look tat way?"

Murdoc looked up at him smirking.

"Not always, told ya about it while you were outta it…Might tell ya again later." He said before moving up and kissing the taller man roughly.

He moved his hands from his sides down to his thighs; he gripped him tightly as he moved up off of the couch with the younger boy clinging onto him. He laid 2D down on the mattress and went from his mouth to his neck; he bit down hard causing the other man to moan loudly. He looked up at him and smiled wickedly.

"So you like tat?"

2D only nodded frantically in reply.

He gave one more nip before pulling away completely; he pushed the boy's legs off from around his lower back and lay down next to him. The singer rolled onto his side and stared at the bassist with a look of frustration.

"Why'd you stop doin' tat for?"

"I felt like it….Come 'ere" Murdoc said as he motioned for the singer to get on top of him.

2D complied and crawled on top of him sitting on his lower stomach with his hands pressed firmly against his chest. Murdoc reached up and brushed stray hair away from his face.

"I saved yer life"

"Yeah I know yew did."

"You owe me your soul."

"Okay" the younger man said shrugging his shoulders.

"You're my singer and my mate, you belong to me now."

The taller man only nodded in reply, no questions, and no obvious signs of worry. At that moment Murdoc realized he could do or command anything of his new found singer without worrying about any protests.

He pulled 2D down and kissed him again, he liked how eager he was. He liked the way his fingers were automatically in his hair and his body pressed tightly against him. Maybe the Devil had added some more good parts to his deal after all.