It seems that in the past few weeks -since the accident- Murdoc has been iffy about even touching Stuart. The singer can't really complain about this. He isn't being hurt. But their relationship is quiet and admittedly boring. Their days are spent in silence, though sometimes they may have passing conversation, which is nice from time to time. But Murdoc seems to like to stare at 2-D most of the time. It's not a glare. It's a worried like, or like he's concentrating in a trance. 2-D doesn't really mind it. He isn't being hurt by it and oddly enough the other watching over him like a mama hen is a bit comforting. Further more the demon took it upon himself to steal a few DVD's from one of the local stores and most of them were zombie flicks.
So it's nothing to really think about when Stuart is zoned out watching T.V on the floor. Having just finished a blunt he crushes it in the ashtray. His head is tilted slightly to the side as the light shines onto his face, flimmering off the black orbs in his head. Murdoc shifts uneasily. It makes the boy look soft, perfect. He can feel himself shifting uneasily. His teeth clench and he sucks in a quick breath through his nose. He hasn't /done/ anything with 2-D in quite some time. And he tries to remind himself of his promise. But maybe if he…
"Hey 2-Dents." The name is said in a nicknamish fashion, rather than one meant to insult.
"Yeah, Muhdsh?" He turns almost instantly at the sound of the others voice. He's more willing to answer these days, seeing as Murdoc has kept good on his promise and hasn't hurt him.
"Jus' , uh, c'mere. Sit 'ere on da bed with me." He pats the spot next to him in emphasis.
The younger male is hesitant for a moment, as the other hardly ever requests that. Usually they just sit in awkward silence. However, the request is obliged and Stuart stands, joining the other and then looking to him. As the demon raises his hand the singer flinches, but the gentle touch to the side of his face makes him relax. This is probably the first time - that Stu-pot can remember - that Murdoc has been gentle in any physical gesture. The feeling is heightened by the accompaniment of the drugs in his system, and it brings gooseflesh to his skin. His breath hitches slightly and he hums with a softness. It feels good. Of course all that is forgotten when he feels hands on him. Resting at his hips they slowly begin to lift his shirt. The next feeling is of dry lips on his neck and he Jerks away quickly.
"Muhdoch, yah shaid yew wouldn' 'urt mey." He brows furrow in worry and he bites one side of his lip with his remaining teeth.
"Ain't gonna 'urt yew, jus'...jus thought we could 'ave a little fun. M'a bit pent up and we haven't really been through this in a while. So I figured…"
"Yew shaid." The demon pauses and this and clears his throat. He did indeed promise after all.
While Murdoc normally never kept well on his promises this one was - like most things now- different. He didn't want to hurt 2-D, he was afraid of hurting 2-D, afraid of possibly losing him again, that thought alone is horrifying. Murdoc seems to have reached an impasse with the singer. He is silent for all of a moment before standing and moving to the small bathroom. He retrieves from it a bottle of lotion and then Joins Stuart near the bed. He places the lotion on the nightstand and breathes in deeply
"Dullard, we a'e doin' this either way. Yuh still my captive an' yew still 'ave to do what I say. So we cahn obey the good ol' saint Murdoc, or it will hurt. An' like I siad 2-Dent's, I don' wanna 'urt yew."
"Muhdsh, pweashe I reawy don' wan' choo, I…"
"I could 'ave let yew stay dead." Murdoc silently hates himself for pulling this card on the blunette. It's the only card he has to play however. "Yew owe me, Stuaht."
The bluebird is just about to open his mouth to speak, but the words settle in through his high. He stares into space momentarily while his brain processes. There's a bit of a haze going on and it's hard to think through. He process the words 'dead' and 'owe'. Then the sound of his own name in a gruff voice, hissing out at him like steam from a broken boiler pipe. It's not angered, just quieter, which makes him drag it out further.
It's True really, the singer does owe him. At least he thinks he does. Murdoc could have left him. He could have buried him in a shallow grave. He could have thrown him in a dumpster, or a pig pen somewhere. But no, he brought him back. And that was something amazing for coming from the demon bassist. 2-D couldn't argue with him this time. He supposed the other was at least trying to keep his promise too.
"A-awrigh' Muhdsh. Okay." he sighs and bites his lower lip with his remaining teeth, typical 2-D fashion. His hands moving to remove his shirt. He discards it on the floor and his face heats slightly. He still doesn't want to do this, but Murdoc said he wouldn't be hurt this time. He tries to give the other the benefit of the doubt.
"A'right, tha's good, Stu-pot. Be a good boy an' all will go easily. Promis." He opens the drawer and pulls out a familiar pair of cuffs. 2-D's eye widen further than normal.
"I-I fought you shaid…"
"Jus' trust meh, faceache. It won' hurt. These a'e jus' for precautions." He scoots close to Stuart and holds the cuffs out for him. "I'll even lock 'em up in front of yah this time."
The blue haired male is hesitant but soon obliges, offering up his wrists in front. To his surprise Murdoc is true to his doesn't try to force the singers hands behind him or anything of the like, and he locks them up loosely. 2-D still cannot get them out of the binds, but they no longer bite as they had before. He does not have much time to think about this however as the demon lays him back on the bed. He begins to shake, unsure of how the other will manage to keep this from hurting. Murdoc's hands move to undo the others jeans, slowly pulling them down. He discards them the opposite direction of the shirt.
He hums softly in concentration as he runs a hand as gently as possible over the others inner thigh. The skin is so pale and soft, it's nice beneath Murdoc's own calloused palm and fingers. He silently hates himself. The first time he put bruises on this skin was the day he hit 2-D with his car in that music shop. He wishes he had of never been there, hadn't crashed through that window. Then he and Stuart Pot would have never met and he all of the pain he put the boy through could have been saved. He sighs in spite of himself and licks his lips with his pointed tongue before continuing.
His hands move slowly across the blue boys chest. Gently they rub over the others nipples, his thumbs brushing circles onto them. The thin abused male shudders at the touch, his breath hitching slightly. Decidedly, this is not as bad when the bassist is being gentle with him. In fact it actually felt rather nice, which makes his face that much more red. He lets out a noise that hangs in the air, like the high notes on sheet music. It forces green bumps onto Murdoc's that feel entirely pleasant. Careful of those awful teeth he bites his lower lip, a gruff sound chirping from him.
Long bony fingers span and begin to slide down the blunettes sides firmly, taking in their shape and form. Slightly curling his fingers in allows his jagged nails to scrape the others skin, making it slightly red and risen. Though the lanky male does hiss in at the sensation he has to admit it isn't all that bad. He supposes a bit of pain is not all too bad. He can slowly feel himself becoming erect, his member brushing up against the fabric of his briefs. As the demon meets the blue angels hips he notices the bump forming and chuckles a little.
"See now, 2-D, ain't so bad when yah relax, is it?" He licks his lips with the pointed tip of his tongue, his fingers hooking the elastic of the undergarments.
"S-s'not sho bahd, reawy..wha' when yuh bein' aww gentwe wike vat."
He slowly pulls the garment down, Stuarts erection springing free. He hums at the others obviously positive reaction to their session. He sucks on his own lower lip as the rest of his captives body is revealed. Stu-pot's legs lifted slowly to help the other remove it, and much to Murdoc's shock mind you. He didn't think the other would cooperate with him this much. Murdoc is left to wonder what exactly is going through the singers head at the moment. Then again, he's probably just calm because of the drugs. This is fine by him, at least the other is not screaming or struggling.
Murdoc hums and looks at the others form, unbruised and soft, just like it should be. He hates himself for ever putting a mark on it, because really stuart is entirely perfect. He's just the kind of pretty boy the girls would go crazy for, the exact thing he thought when both eyes were rendered black, after 2-D had flown out of the windshield of the car. Satan almighty he was perfect, in form, in soul, in voice. Everything about him. Murdoc just wanted to destroy it, and he hated himself for that. But now, now he just wants to love it.
Lowering his head between the others legs earns him a scared and nervous sound from his singer. He looks up with those mismatched eyes and tries his best to give him a comforting look. It seems to work, and slowly his tongue slithers past his lips, licking a firm line from the base of the others member up to the tip. A line of cooling saliva is left in its wake, and much to his pleasure he watches up close as the muscle twitches for him. It's the best reaction he could ask for in this situation, and his tongue slithers out further to wrap around the muscle tightly. With a quick rise up it flicks loose from it, dipping into the urethra momentarily.
Stuarts back arches and his breaths come quick and heavy. Every muscle he has shudders and quivers beneath the others touch. He admits to himself that the sensation is indeed one of the best he has felt, especially after so long without any real pleasure. He liked this Murdoc really. This Mudsy who is willing to touch him gently, take care of his body for him. And it confuses him because he had never known himself to be truly turned on by another man. This was good though, this felt good, great even. And he doesn't make any steps toward saying this out loud, but admitting it to himself is good enough for him right now. He relaxes onto the bed once more as the other continues to work.
The demon adores the reactions he is getting from the other and decides to continue along this path for the time being. He licks his lips and the opens his mouth. His lips lock around the tip, his tongue slithering and sliding over it. He gives a gentle suckle and the sound that emanates from the blue haired wonder makes Murdoc tingle all over. His heart - that he now knows he has- picks up speed and thwumps hard against his chest, the sound echoing in his own ears. With that as encouragement he allows himself to take the boy in further, this only earns him a sound of pain when his sharp teeth hook the others flesh.
Quickly he lifts his head from the others groin and begins to search frantically for any cuts. He curses beneath his breath the entire time and relaxes when he realizes there is no bleeding. Simply, he had only caused a slight discomfort. Though the other was now looking at him with a bit of fear in his glossy intoxicated eyes. He slowly runs a hand along the others hip to relax him. To his surprise it works wonderfully and he takes in a deep breath before slowly lowering his head again. He is stopped by the other. With his hands bound in front of him he is able to keep the other at bay a bit.
"No, Muhdsh, pweashe don' i-it reawy 'urtsh an'..."
"Shh, hus naow, s'alright. Won' 'urt yew again. Trus' mey."
He lowers his head one more time. This time he makes sure to curl his lips over his sharp teeth, ensuring to separate them from the others flesh. His tongue curls around the others muscle as he takes him in. With gentle suckling he coaxes the other back into the excitement, earning him a plethora of noises from his captive. He decidedly enjoys them and tries his best to coax out more.
Murdoc's tongue wrapped around him, with the combination of a now relentless suckling sensation, causes 2-D to arch and shudder, his legs quivering mostly near the knees. It's practically torture and makes his jaw clench his remaining teeth together hard. The others mouth is hot, and though he has known it to be normally try, it's wet with slippery saliva. And for the first time during this entire endeavor he isn't worried about all the bacteria that could be in Murdoc Niccals' mouth.
He suddenly feels his tip hip something and in his high fog it takes him a moment to realize it was the back of the others throat. A whimper escapes him and he tries his best to buck back into it, but to no avail. As soon as it was there it was gone, followed by the hot mouth, and the slithering of a tongue as it uncurls, dipping back into his urethra one last time. He moans loudly at this and allows his head to lull off to the side as he tries to catch his breath.
In the time that the other is still in his daze, Murdoc has located his bottle of lotion. The cap of the item makes a rather loud popping sound as it is removed with a thumb. He grumbles something to himself as he pours it into his hand, warming it as best he can with his palm and fingers. For a moment it scares him, how much care he is actually putting into the encounter; as the case has it if it were anyone else he would just slap them with some cold lube and bury himself. But no, he promised not to hurt the other, and he planned to make good on it.
Slowly one hand lifts 2-D's thigh, making him snap back to reality. He looks through clouded eyes at the bassist and this makes Murdoc develop chills. The way the other looks at him with an expression that begs for him to be relieved. Murdoc knows why when he looks down to find Stuarts manhood thrumming and throbbing between his thin legs. Lord Satan, was that not the most attractive thing Murdoc had ever seen in his life.
He places his thumb to the others opening, earning yet another gasp from Stuart, and his eyes become worried momentarily. Murdoc silently loathes himself for making the other afraid. If he didn't go about things like he had he could make Stu see that this could feel good, if he was kind enough. His thumb slowly begins to move, rubbing circles on the outside of the ring of muscle. Strangely enough he gets what he can assume is a good reaction.
Stuarts back arches and he lets out a long draw out sound, the sensations coursing through him are undeniably pleasurable. He wasn't sore there anymore, since it had indeed been some time since Murdoc had tried anything like this. And since he had the cannabis in his system to aid him he found this to be a rather enjoyable experience. The teasing of his entrance only makes a small vein pulse inside his masculinity, throbbing and thumping. His member bobs in response. Then something comes out of his mouth that the both of them aren't entirely sure they heard.
"P-put shomefing inshide ih dahmmet!"
The room goes entirely silent, at least the two men in it do. There is of course a slight buzz from the T.V and the sound of some people screaming as Zombies break down the door to some pub. Murdoc and Stuart however are completely unaware of these goings ons as they stare silently back at each other. For a moment Stu-Pot is entirely sure that the other will hit him for giving a command. Much to his pleasure -and embarrassment- however, he feels a firm circular rubbing just as before and a shuddering sound escapes the top of his throat.
Murdoc nearly pushes his thumb into the other until he remembers the sharpness of his nails. It is more than likely not a good idea to press his digits inside the blunette. There was a risk his jagged claws would catch or tear something. And though he would love to push them in he did promise the other that he would not hurt him if he were good. He bites his own lip gently and tries to think this through. If he were to just push himself in it may hurt momentarily, but the other would adjust, and at this moment it seems to be his best bet.
With that in mind the demon bassist reaches for the lotion once more and pours a generous amount on his hand. He undoes his pants with the free one and clumsily shimmies out of them tossing his clothing in some other direction than the rest. Seeing as Murdoc is famous for going commando, he holds true to these habits even now. His member is hardened from the constant watching and listening to the other, his desires having come to the forefront.
With a shaky hand he smears the lotion over himself and leaves it in a thick layer, hoping that it would help solve a few of the problems they would be sure to face. He really was hoping that the other would not be in too much pain, he liked the way the other sounded when he wasn't fighting or scared. He smears the rest of the lotion onto the others opening and moves to place his hands near either side of Stuarts torso.
"Now, listen' 'ear Stu-Pot, uh, this could 'urt a bit. I won' lie and say it won' but jus' remember tah breath an yah know…"
He stops speaking and slowly begins to push himself into the other, Stu has hard hardly any time to respond as he tries to process through his intoxication. The insides are hot and tight around him coaxing out a loud groan, gruff but certainly pleased with the sensation. He swallows hard and shudders a bit. The others lack of thrashing and fighting allows him to get a good feel of him for the first time, far more enjoyable than the other times. Though something does shock the bassist when he looks down at his singer.
Stuart seems oddly relaxed, his eyes glossy and his mouth slightly open. Murdoc may have thought him dead if it weren't for the rise and fall of his chest. Oh, yes~! The demons entire body goes numb momentarily as the most sultry moan he has ever heard quakes from the others vocals, and he feels as though he could practically use it for the ambiance in the background of a song due to how melodic it was. Admittedly if he hears /that/ too much he will likely lose it. Such a fantastic noise. Then he realises, this is the first time he would ever be trying to please someone other than himself.
He suddenly feels slightly scared at that thought, nervous even. He had never tried to pleasure anyone before and he takes a deep breath because he is faced with a decision. Stuart practically groans in protest at lack of the others movement and Murdoc soon finds his break. He wraps his arms around the others Torso and rolls, putting Stuart atop him.
"Jus'...move whenevah you're ready, then." He tries to keep his voice even, but it wavers here and there despite what he would like.
It takes the other no time at all to process this, his bound hands find Murdoc's chest, using it to support himself. Stu-pot takes in a rather deep breath through his nose and rolls his hips up with a long sound that hangs between them just as before.- If noises could kill~... - There is another downward roll and Murdoc groans louder than he believes he has in his whole life. For once he is entirely embarrassed. Though he has no time to dwell on this because suddenly the dullard is picking up speed.
He would not be surprised if his chest were to explode at this very moment. The way the faceache is riding him is making his breath come hard and his hands move quickly to grip the others hips. His voice isn't the only thing the blueboy seems to have rhythm in. And if it were possible to make music with the rhythm of Stuarts body and the melody of his voice, Murdoc would be putting out yet another best selling recording. But no, this was his, right here, right now, this was his.
Stuarts body quivers ever so slightly in the others palms and he arches his back. What was that spot Murdoc hit before anyway, if he could just...the thought is hardly finished when he finds it, and a rush of white light blinds him momentarily as he continuously brushes the others tip against it, picking up speed that much more. He's so intoxicated that even the light digging of nails into his hips drives him further, making his breath come in short and quick huffs. He is entirely sure that if he does not breath like this at the moment, that he will forget to do it at all. His body rocks and rolls on top of the bassist, and he suddenly feels Murdoc twitch against that ever interesting spot. He curls his fingers, digging blunt nails into the others chest and dragging down as he lets his head fall back.
When the demon feels nails in his flesh he almost yells at the other on reflex. It is of course a split second after that he realizes that the other is under so much pleasure that he is trying to release muscle tension through clawing into him, that alone makes the blunettes scratching the most fucking brilliant and important sensation in the world, and he revels in it momentarily as they move from his chest all the way over his stomach, drawing a bit of blood beneath the surface as they do. Then they move up to grasp his own sex, which he has to do with both of his hands due to them being bound together. He gasps and Murdoc practically growls with lust as he watches the others black eyes roll slightly, he knows they have due to the shifting of highlights in them. And a loud sound, like a choking can be heard within Stuarts throat as he begins to stroke himself quickly, his hips becoming more erratic. It takes a moment for Murdoc to process the words through the choking but when he does make them out the groan that erupts from him can surely be heard by the neighboring apartments.
"Muhdoch! Oh~, fuck, Muhdoch. Pweashe, I...I need...I wan'... I...ah~ Fuhck me!" His remaining teeth clench down hard and his eyes shut. A furrowing brow is all he can manage as a hard climax washes over him, like a typhoon right on the shore. He breaths in quickly from his nose, making sniffling noises as he does so, trying what he can to remain breathing. Strand after strand rope from him as the splash onto the demons stomach, some projectile enough to meet his chest with a barely audible /splat/.
Murdoc bites his lip hard at the sight, drawing the smallest bit of blood. This boy was practically an angel, and if Murdoc hadn't destroyed him before, he certainly had now. He is too prideful in his realization to hate himself, and his grip on the singers hips tighten. His hips move up off the bed, pushing into Stuarts body, coaxing tired and worn moans from the spent singer, who is slowly stroking out what remains of the climax, milking himself of the remaining drops. Murdoc gives a roll, two, three, four.
His head presses hard into the pillow behind him, a growl erupting as he finds his own finish and spills his seed into the others body. He is in too much bliss to be surprised that the singer is seemingly pleased with this notion, and brushes it off to enjoy his capstone. He allows himself to drain into the other before his hips slow to a stop, and he does the most daring thing he has ever done in his life.
His hand moves up to gently caress the back of the singers neck, guiding him down until their chests meet. Hot breath mixes between lips only inches apart from each other. It's admittedly the most erotic moment in the demons life; and in resemblance the singers as well. Their lips connect only when the bassist lifts his head slightly. The kiss is wet and 2-D is suddenly reminded of the thought before, the bacteria in the others mouth because the green man tastes awful, but he is too stoned at the current to gather he should pull away, and oddly enough, he begins to kiss back.
Murdoc lays with his singer in one arm, soft blue hair tickling his chest where the other has rested his head. Black and mindless eyes stare at a T.V screen showing the image of a male and a female in a graveyard, and what Murdoc can gather from this is that the two are brother and sister, but that's all he knows his going on. His bony hand rests on the others ribcage, brushing it light enough that it won't hurt, but firm enough that it won't tickle. Tooey seems to appreciate this as he nuzzles a bit closer.
In the unoccupied hand he holds a lit cigarette, one of the last ones and he puts it to his own lips, puffing and feeling the herb work it's magic. He was sure this had to be helping Stu's headaches, since it sure was helping the pain he often felt in his own back, which was a lot if he were being entirely honest, though he would never admit that. He would however admit he would have to start smoking this stuff more often.
"I love yew, Dullard."
And once again the blunette is not entirely sure he heard the demon correctly, because anyone who loved him would not put him in these situations. He blames the drugs, brushes it off as his imagination and continues to watch the T.V. Admittedly at the moment he is still angry with Murdoc, because he still was here in this boring place, he was still without Noodle and Russ and Buddha knows he misses them, he is still being forced to do things with Murdoc even though he doesn't want to. Say what you will but when Stuart thinks about it he really never had much of a choice in the first place. Then again he never did. Even now it was 'Dew what I say, or I will beat you'. Not much of a choice there.
Murdoc does not blame the other for not saying it back. He supposes the other is either afraid to say it, or too high to comprehend it, and he offers the other another puff of the cigarette despite the second possibility. 2-D of course wraps his lips around it and exhales the plume over Murdoc's skin, watching it swirl in the dim light that comes off of the T.V. It's entertaining really. The bassist takes a moment to brush the others hair with his free hand before taking yet another puff and he tries not to comprehend that maybe the other didn't say it because he doesn't feel the same way. Or perhaps it was because he detested Murdoc, and while Murdoc would not blame him for such feelings he refuses to think about it.
Luckily his thoughts are interrupted when the image on the T.V shows one of the shuffling zombies attacking the woman and man. The girl runs off and the man - who Murdoc is pretty sure is going to die- tries to hold the zombie off. The girl runs away. This of course is not exactly what derails his train of thought. No, what derails it is his captives hand - resting with his head on his chest- balling into a fist slowly, nails scraping along his flesh. By what he can comprehend, the other didn't mean to scratch him. But then why was he balling his hand like that. Then it occurs to him, something so strange that he would blame the weed if it weren't for the slight bit of sense it made. The saying 'you learn something new everyday' comes to mind when he realizes...2-D has a fear of Zombies.
OH! YEAH! It feels good to have this one done! Oh boy this took a long time, and this is my LONGEST CHAPTER! WHOOO! Alright guys, I love comments and reviews and that good stuff, and really would love to hear what you thought about this one. So just gimme the rundown on what you thought and I really hoped you enjoyed this. I LOVE ALL OF YOU WHO STILL READ THIS AFTER SO LONG! I love you guys for just holding in there, I hope this one was worth it and within the next few chapters we will be wrapping this show up.