The Satanist had noticed a recent pattern of behavior with 2D. When he'd entre a room the younger man would tend to leave it shortly after, if Murdoc brought a woman back to Kong he could usually hear crashing sounds coming from the taller man's bedroom, and anytime something came up that could lead somebody to find out about their odd relationship 2D would generally leave once Murdoc made up another bull shit response.

It scared the hell out of the bassist, not the part of the singer avoiding him, but the reasons he felt were behind it. It was ridiculous to think that the blue haired man was in love with him, he knew better than that. They were just friends who had sex with each other; 2D hadn't even really tried to get with anybody else since the night at the after party. Murdoc on the other hand was back to his usual schedule of collecting women, lately he didn't them. He just kept thinking about his idiot singer and his fit of depression that even Russel and Noodle were beginning to notice.

Currently though all four of them were in a room together, Noodle was on the floor with Alan going over her English lessons. She was getting a lot better lately; she'd reached the point where they could use her on some of their songs they felt could use female vocals. 2D sat on the couch staring off into space with that blank stare that made his eyes truly appear dead instead of their usual wet shine. Russel and Murdoc had spent the past few minutes going between drinking beer and talking which the talking generally consisted of insulting, sometimes the drummer would try for a real conversation, but the bassist would get bored half way through.

"Oh and by the way I barely got any sleep, I could hear you with that girl you had at what three in the morning. I seriously want to thank you for that, bad enough I have to hear you tell interviewers about this shit, but I really don't need to hear it."

Murdoc smirked.

"Aw come on mate it's like free entertainment fer ya, unless I start chargin' yew." He said laughing.

Russel shook his head.

2D made a frustrated sound as he got up and walked quickly out of the room. Russel just barely noticed, he took a deep breath and got up from where he had been sitting.

"I need to get back to my project, I'll see you guys later." The large man said as he left the room.

By project he meant his taxidermy, Murdoc didn't mind it, but he noticed a nearly psychotic side to the younger man anytime he was in the middle of one of his projects. The Satanist knew quite well anybody possessed or who had been in a near death experience tended to want to be around darker things like making grotesque art out of road kill animals.

Murdoc glanced over at Alan and Noodle who were too busy to notice anything. He took it as the perfect opportunity to slip out of the rec room and go see what the hell was going on with his singer. As he approached the door he could hear objects crashing and cussing from inside. He thought back to the day he'd had sex with Paula, how out of it 2D had been….He almost considered walking away, but his usual anger built up inside of him.

Why should he turn away, it was after all his home, he let the boy stay there. There was no way in hell he was going on tour with the blue haired man in one of his nearly zombie like trances that brought everybody else down with him. Well it never really brought Murdoc down, if anything it made him more prone to anger, and made him drink more.

He pushed the door open and stormed into the room, the door hit the wall hard drawing 2D's attention. The taller man stood in the middle of the room surrounded by clothes, pill bottles, note books, and broken bottles. He looked about as angry as he had the day Paula had left the band, Murdoc could feel his body tense, but tried to push the nervousness down.

"Dullard w'at t'e fuck is goin on wit yew?" He screamed at the younger man who only continued to stare at him with angry black eyes.

2D dropped the beer bottle he had been holding then stalked over to the bassist. Murdoc shut the door behind him locking it; if the singer hit him he was going to beat the dullard half to death.

He readied himself as the taller man got closer to him only leaving a few inches of space between them, the bassist pressed himself back against the door and stared up at the younger man waiting for him to hit or start screaming at him.

2D grabbed hold of Murdoc by the collar of his shirt and jerked the shorter man's body close to him. He clenched his fists at his sides waiting; the singer pushed him roughly back against the door this time pressing his shirtless body against the older man. The Satanist could just barely hold back the shock and confusion he felt at the singer's actions, he was still waiting for some kind of outburst. The look of anger on the blue haired man's face turned to annoyance to confusion and then back to his now usual depressive stare. He mumbled something beneath his breath that the older man couldn't understand before leaning in kissing Murdoc roughly. The older man's eyes widened and his muscles tensed at the unexpected action, he felt another hand on his side gripping tightly, and a tongue pushing against his lips.

Once the shock passed over him he parted his lips granting the younger man entrance and wrapped his arms around him digging his fingers into scarred pale skin.

The kiss went from rough to desperate; he couldn't help but moan into the taller man's mouth. He hated not having dominance it gave him a sense of no control and made him feel weak, but he couldn't get himself to do anything against it. He wanted to punch him, push him away, and tell him to never do that again. He couldn't though, he could only dig his nails in deeper against the younger mans' skin as they continued kissing in this desperate fashion.

2D broke from the kiss and stared down at him through half lidded and confusion filled eyes. Murdoc didn't even know what to say, he could see the hate on his face as well as the confusion. The taller man pulled him away from the wall and walked him backwards until the back of his knees hit the side of the bed and he fell back onto it with the blue haired man on top of him. He reached up to caress the younger man's cheek, but his hand was pushed roughly away. He could only stare up at him not sure if he was more shocked or enraged at the singer's actions. 2D grabbed hold of the hem of his shirt pushing it up his body, Murdoc leaned up removing it the rest of the way and dropping it to the floor. 2D leaned in biting roughly at his neck; the bassist could help but groan at the feeling. He tangled his fingers in the other man's hair cussing under his breath with each nip of his teeth. He felt a hand grabbing and rubbing at his crotch and bucked his hips upwards cursing loudly.

2D moved from his neck running his tongue down his chest to his stomach then moved back up grabbing a fist full of the older man's black hair pulling his head back roughly. He kissed Murdoc roughly trying his best to bite at his lower lip. The bassist ran his jagged nails down the singer's back cutting into his flesh causing him to cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. He grabbed hold of the blue haired man's ass pulling him down against him grinding his hips up against him. He swallowed each of the other man's desperate and frustrated moans. 2D pulled back from the kiss and glared down at the older man, he looked so angry and lost. If it was a different situation Murdoc probably would have cared.

He hated being under the taller man, hated that feeling of no control. When it came to everything he had control, he got what he wanted, and if he didn't like something he changed it no matter what. This though he actually was slightly scared of what would happen if he tried to change it, and there was the fact he did sort of like looking up at the slender pale singer sitting on his lap staring down at him through those blackened eyes of his.

Murdoc reached up quickly unfastening the singer's pants, the younger man got up off of the bed removing them the rest of the way leaving himself completely naked. The bassist wasted no time in removing his own jeans and underwear kicking them off onto the cluttered ground. He watched the singer open the bed side drawer rummaging around throwing things out onto the ground for a minute before pulling out the nearly empty bottle of lube. He tossed it at the bassist and it landed next to him on the bed. Murdoc smirked as he popped the top off of the plastic bottle and poured the remainder of the substance into his hand going through the usual motions they went through every time before they had sex.

2D crawled back onto his lap placing his hands on either side of his head, the singer had his head bowed, and his blue hair hung over his face hiding his eyes. Murdoc gripped tightly to his hip with one hand while he used the other to guide his dick inside of him, the younger man let out a weak cry of pain as the bassist slowly slid inside of him. The singer pushed down on him taking more of the older man inside of him. The Satanist couldn't help the moan that passed through his lips at the heat he felt coursing through his body as the blue haired man impaled himself on him. He reached up with his free hand pushing 2D's hair out of his face and behind his ear. He noticed the tears trailing down his cheeks and could feel that tiny pang of guilt that seemed to grow bigger. He leaned up kissing him slowly, the taller man kissed back roughly , he firmly placed a hand against Murdoc's chest shoving him back onto the bed as they continued kissing. He began moving up and down the other man's length as the bassist tried to meet him thrust for thrust. The soft cries of pain slowly turned into ones of pleasure, Murdoc dug his nails into his sides as he thrust harder into the younger man on top of him.

2D buried his face against his chest cussing and moaning trying his best to keep quiet. He dug his fingers into Murdoc's biceps as he continued moving up and down against the older man. Part of him wanted to know what the younger man was mumbling on about, but the intense waves of pleasure taking him over didn't allow him time to care. He continued thrusting harder and faster into the other man; he grabbed him by his hair pulling his head back roughly. Murdoc leaned up sinking his teeth into the side of his neck causing him to moan almost too loudly. He lapped at the blood that seeped out in small lines; he sucked at the damaged skin as he dragged his nails down the younger man's chest drawing more moans and whimpers from him. He reached down taking hold of the taller man's dick and began pumping him in time with their frenzied pace. 2D kissed him again; hungrily as he thrust against the older man craving more of him and his touches. He dug his fingers in the older man's hair as small moans were swallowed up in their heated kissing. Soon he was coming into the bassist hand and onto his stomach, not long after Murdoc was coming inside of him holding him down firmly against him as his thrusts slowed to a stop.

2D collapsed against his body burying his face in the crook of his neck. Murdoc's breaths came out labored for a few minutes as he lay there with the thin man lying on top of him. He reached up running his fingers through the vocalist sweaty blue hair, this week it appeared to be a sky blue…He kind of liked it that way.

"Wanna tell me wot t'e fuck t'at was about?" Murdoc asked trying to sound annoyed, but he was too exhausted.

2D pulled away from him and lay next to him leaving a good distance between them. He looked like he hadn't slept for days, he hoped to hell the younger man wouldn't say the things he thought he would say.

"Nofink….Jus', it's nofink at all." He said quietly as he slowly pulled himself off of the bed grabbing his jeans from the floor and pulling them back on.

Murdoc sat up and glared at him as the anger seeped back into him. He reached out grabbing the singer's wrist roughly and pulling him back down onto the bed.

"Wot t'e fuck do ya mean nothing, yew act like one of those damned zombies an' t'en act more like a man t'an yew 'ave in all the time I've known ya just so yew can tell me nothin' is wrong. Bollocks, now tell me wot t'e fuck is wrong wit' yew so maybe you'll stop actin' so fuckin' weird." The bassist yelled angrily.

"Stop it I don't wanna talk about it, al'ight? Isn't it bad enough I gotta 'ear yew at night wit' t'ose girls of yers callin' em fings an-and I'm 'ere by myself jus' waitin' fer yew to feel bad and shag me sometimes. I'm jus' a mindless little side option cause everybody knows nobody wants to 'ave sex wit' me. Yew say so all t'e time in interviews and stuff an'…..I'm fuckin' sick of yew and I'm sick of yew comin' in my room an' touchin' me jus' cause yer tired of birds for the week or cause some woman turned yew down. I'm fuckin' sick of it and me head keeps on throbbin and yew keep on stealing me medications and….I can't stand it Mu'doc I 'an't fuckin' stand it and I feel like I'm goin' insane all t'e time and…I don't know anymore."

2D ran his fingers back through his hair; he lowered his head, and closed his eyes tightly. His body shook and he coughed, a few tears scrolled down his cheeks. He muttered something to himself and shook his head roughly in response; Murdoc placed his hand on his back, and was shocked when the taller man flinched away from him.

"Look D I told ya ages ago wot we are and such….y'know I need a bird every now and again, didn' know t'at you'd get so bloody upset over it and all. Yew'll get girls I'm sure t'ere are ones that find yew attractive and all, ya know wot I t'ink about 'ow yew look. We'll go to a doctor and get ya some new meds before we leave on tour, al'ight….Look 'ow about durin' tour I don't get wit' any ladies."

The singer looked over at him, he looked so exhausted.

"Yew mean t'at?" He asked slowly like he wasn't even sure of the idea.

Murdoc had always dreamed of all the women he could get and in all the different places. He didn't need his band's singer going insane on them though and that part of him that he couldn't kill no matter how much booze he consumed hated seeing the younger man like this. He hated seeing him cry, hated seeing him in pain, and really hated knowing why he was this way. He remembered how he decided back in England that he couldn't date the younger man that he would only hurt him. He knew he'd cheat on him, probably end up hitting him on accident, or verbally abusing him….He didn't want to be like his dad, it wasn't like he loved the dullard though. He couldn't love him, he didn't want to so he wouldn't.

"Yeah dullard I mean it, no girls….If I want someone I'll jus' get wit' yew, al'ight? Stop tryin' to t'ink so much every time ya do it yew jus' go all weird in t'e head."

2D smiled sadly and lay back on the bed groaning in pain.

"I'm sorry about stealing yer meds luv, t'ey work wonders on hangovers."

"Why yew always call me luv for anyways?" 2D asked curiously.

He looked less depressed, but there was still something wrong with him. There was so much going on anymore with the tour dates and interviews that it was hard to say what the problem was. Murdoc sighed and laid down next to the singer.

"I don' know, I jus' do….Only when we're like t'is t'ough, not like I'd say it around Russ or Noodle or anythin' like t'at….Jus' a habit I guess." He said shrugging it off.

"I was gonna punch ya yew know?"

"I figured, if ya did I was gonna end up putting ya in t'e emergency room."

2D laid his head on the older man's chest and nodded like the idea didn't really bother him. Murdoc wrapped an arm around him holding him closely. He would never admit out loud that he enjoyed these moments or any of it.

"Do yew fink yew coul' stay in 'ere wit' me fer a while….It's been weird not really bein' 'round yew and all." He said sounding embarrassed.

"Sure luv, I'll stay for awhile." Murdoc replied kissing the top of the younger man's head.