They sat in the living room of Stu's apartment, it was smaller than where Murdoc lived. It was also cleaner than where he lived, which wasn't entirely surprising; there were dumpsters cleaner than where the green skinned man lived. He was currently on the sofa sitting next to the blue haired man, playing some song by a band he didn't even like while Stu sang a song that Murdoc could just tolerate. He didn't mind this though, he enjoyed it actually. He hated punk music, but he didn't mind playing it on his treasured instrument while Stu sang along. That was the best part of it, the man's voice was so fucking gorgeous. He couldn't stop watching him; he was so imperfectly perfect. His eyes closed and everything about him focused in the song he was singing. It took a second to realize it when Stu stopped singing, his mismatched eyes now open and looking at the older man; a sheepish smile on his face. Murdoc knew he should compliment him or just say something, he could tell his boyfriend was insecure about his voice among many other things. He couldn't bring himself to speak, anything he could say would sound stupid anyways. So instead he kissed him, one hand on the back of his head his fingers going through soft blue locks. He broke away smiling at the faint blush on pale cheeks.

"Guessing I don't suck then"

"No you sound excellent"

The younger man laughed and shook his head, he lay back on the couch resting his legs across Murdoc's lap.

"My mates thought I sounded like shit."

"My mates think the same about me and my playing, they don't know shit. Don't pay any attention to them luv, you'd be a great singer if you had the right back up."

He rubbed his hand up and down the other man's left leg.

"Wouldn't mind playing with you, where did you get that bass from anyway?"

Murdoc looked at the instrument that was now resting on the floor next to his feet, he sighed then turned his attention back on Stu.

"Wanna hear the truth even though it's crazy as shit?"

The younger man grinned nodding his head.

"Everything about you is generally crazy mate."

Murdoc laughed, "Yeah, but this is exceptionally crazy."

"I still wanna know"

The older man leaned his head back against the sofa, closing his eyes.

"Right so you know how into Satanism I am; I started looking at rituals and even playing around with them. I could show you some amazing tricks one of these days if you'd like. I got to a part about Faustian contracts and...I thought about it, about how shitty my life had been, and how I was just bloody lonely and angry. So I didn't have much to lose; I made a deal with the Devil. I told him I'd give him my soul if he could give me a bass and promise me fame. So far I feel ripped off. That's also why my eye is red, it's a sign of the contract...So on a scale from one to 'leave my apartment' how crazy do you think I am?"

He felt a weight settle on his lap, fingers brushed over his cheeks then down along the sides of his neck. Lips pressed against his, even when they left he could still feel the warm breath against his skin.

"Why would you do something like that to yourself?"

He shrugged in response, he hadn't expected Stu to believe him. Hell maybe he didn't believe him, he was just humoring him and his craziness.

"Not much to lose and this is something I need."

"I kinda think you're absolutely insane"

He laughed at that.

"Well according to the therapists and the medications I'm taking I am very much insane."

Lips brushed against his, but they moved away before he could kiss back.

"I also believe you, but I don't want to...What happens when the contract ends?"

"That won't be for a long time"

Stu took hold of his right hand holding it tightly.

"What happens?"

"I'll die"

The younger man released a shaky breath, this time Murdoc did open his eyes. Stu looked at him, he looked scared at the revelation. Back then it had seemed very simple and not like a big deal at all, at this rate he was pretty sure the contract would never end. Right now he feared it would end eventually, it would cut out time he could spend with Stu, right now he actually had something to lose. Now the entire thing seemed completely idiotic.

The younger man ran his index finger along the skin under Murdoc's red colored eye. He wanted to tell him something to comfort him, assure him that it was all possibly a bad acid trip and that his soul wasn't at risk of eternal damnation. The words wouldn't even reach the tip of his tongue, by that point Stu was kissing him again anyway, but this time it was fierce and desperate. His fingers dug against his scalp, his body pressed firmly against his own. He kissed him back with everything that he could manage, his tongue finding its way inside of the younger man's mouth. He lifted the other man off of the couch then lay him down climbing on top of him. His hands moved up under Stu's shirt, he ran the tip of his tongue along his jawline, down his neck where he bit down hard enough to draw blood. His nails dragged down his sides leaving welts in their wake, every needy moan and buck of the blue haired man's hips drove him on. He ground his hips down against him drawing more moans from him, he removed his shirt dropping it to the floor, his mouth kissing, licking, and sucking at every patch of skin that he felt the overwhelming urge to mark. He wanted to make him feel good, to drive him out of his mind so maybe he wouldn't even remember what he'd just learned. He hoped to drive it out of his own mind as well.

"Mudsy please...Fuck just...Lower"

He pulled at the older man's hair then pushed at his head, frustrated groans falling from his mouth as he bucked his hips. Murdoc placed his mouth over the bulge in the crotch of his jeans, his tongue rubbing against the rough denim fabric. The bassist gave a low groan when his lover pulled slightly harder at his hair. He pulled back enough to unbutton and unzip his jeans, he pushed them down to his knees. He slowly moved his hands up along the other man's legs, his inner thighs spreading his legs as far as he could manage at the moment. He locked eyes with the younger man, he gave him a playful smirk as he lowered his head towards his groin. He teasingly ran the tip of his tongue from the head to the base of his lover's cock. His eyes never left Stu's; the younger man's lips were slightly parted, his tongue flicking out over his own lower lips as his mismatched eyes watched the older man's teasingly light and slow movements. Murdoc took the head into his mouth sucking lightly, his tongue slowly circling his head then dragging across his slit. A hiss, another buck of the hips, and another muttered plea for him to just take him.

"Afraid there isn't all that much room on the sofa luv."

Stu made yet another annoyed sound; he sat up pushing the older man away from him. Murdoc sat back against the couch, he watched with mild amusement wanting to see what the other man planned on doing.

The blue haired man removed his jeans, he lowered himself on his knees between the bassist's legs. He made quick work of unfastening his pants and pulling his cock free of its confines. He kept one hand wrapped around the base while wrapping his bruised lips around the head sucking slowly before pulling away completely and getting to his feet. Stu turned and left the room going down the hallway.

"Oi where you going?"

"I'll be right back"

Murdoc laid his head back against the sofa, closing his eyes. He smiled when he felt weight on his lap, lips latching onto the side of his neck sucking and licking.

"Look at me"

He obeyed, opening his eyes and watching the man now on his lap. He watched as he opened the small bottle of lube coating his fingers with the substance. He watched as he slowly pushed his own fingers inside of himself. He paid attention to the way he closed his eyes, tilted his head back and gave soft whimpers and moans as he thrust against his own fingers, stretching himself. He kept a firm grip on Stu's hips steadying him as he stretched himself. The blue haired man slipped his fingers out from inside of himself, he poured more of the lubricant onto the palm of his hand; this time wrapping his fingers around his boyfriend's cock giving slow firm strokes. He lifted himself up then slowly lowered himself onto the other man's erection. Murdoc kissed and bit at his neck, sucked at the skin above his collar bones, and at his chest. He moaned at the feeling of the younger man's tight body wrapped around his cock. The feeling of him impaling himself, rocking his hips in order to get the most out of this for the both of them. He gave shallow thrusts of his own, Stu moaned the older man's name as he tossed his head back eyes shut tightly. He continued bucking his hips at the angle he currently was in, the head of his dick brushing against the sensitive spot inside of the younger man.

"Fuck, Muds...Murdoc, fuck"

Murdoc placed a hand on the back of his neck pulling him forward, their lips met in a rough sloppy kiss. Tongues and teeth clashing, his hand found its way between their sweaty bodies wrapping around the younger man's hard cock. He began stroking him, his thrusting becoming harder and faster meeting his boyfriend's own frantic pace.

He moved both hands to Stu's hips holding him down firmly so he couldn't move as much, he thrust inside of him, second later he was coming inside of him. The blue haired man's face was buried in the crook of his neck, his breathing ragged as he came down from his own orgasm. Murdoc's fingers found their way to his hair, gently combing through it; he placed a kiss to the top of his head.

"Don't...Don't leave me for a long, long time."

"I won't"

"I don't wanna believe you about this whole thing."

"Then don't"

He shook his head.

"You don't really lie to me, just don't die for a long time. I just got you back."

"I'll be here for a long time, probably too long to be honest."

"Good, cause I need you."

He loosely wrapped his arms around the younger man.

"I need you too pet"