2D's hands tugged and pulled at the older man's shirt while they kissed frantically. Murdoc stepped back and grinned up at the younger man as he removed his black shirt dropping it onto the dirty bathroom floor. He pressed the blue haired man back against the sink gripping tightly to his hips pressing their bodies tightly together. The singer's nails dug into his back, Murdoc bit at his lower lip drawing a low moan from his boyfriend. His breath caught in his throat when he felt a hand on his groin rubbing and groping. 2D smiled against his lips at the Satanist reaction, Murdoc slipped his tongue into the other man's mouth enjoying the taste of cigarettes.

2D broke away from the kiss panting and smiling lazily.

"Yew fink we actually 'ave time to do anyfink before we gotta go on stage?" The singer asked giving a glance towards the restroom door.

Murdoc smirked as he ran one sharp nail down the side of the younger man's neck.

"Yeah we got time luv an' don' worry nobody will walk in on us…If t'ey do who cares?"

He latched onto the other man's neck drawing another moan from the pianist. The bassist reached down quickly unfastening 2D's jeans and pushing them down to his knees; he moved back to his mouth kissing him roughly before breaking away completely. Murdoc grabbed onto the younger man's shoulders turning him around so that he was leaning over the sink facing one of the cracked and dirtied mirrors on the wall. He ran his nails down the middle of 2D's back watching his reflection in the mirror smiling at the way the younger man bit at his lower lip to keep from moaning.

"Yew ready luv?" The bassist asked as he unfastened his own jeans pushing them to his knees.

"Yeah I'm ready" The younger man responded nodding and lowering his head a bit so that his hair was now hanging over his face.

Murdoc grabbed the small bottle of lube off the ledge of a sink; he squirted what was left in the bottle into the palm of his hand and rubbed it over his erection. He tossed the bottle to the floor then slowly pushed himself inside of the younger man. 2D's body tensed and he let out a few soft groans; the bassist gave it a moment before pulling out then pushing back in. He gripped tightly to the blue haired man's hips as he started slowing pushing inside of him. He bit into the younger man's shoulder as he pulled out then pushed back in harder this time, 2D let out a long moan arching his back this time in response. Murdoc kept his eyes on the singer's reflection, his tightly shut eyes, his opened mouth, and the low moans falling from it.

Murdoc reached up tangling his fingers in the younger man's hair yanking his head back. 2D let out a low moan his eyes snapping open trying to look back at the older man. The Satanist pressed his body flush against his leaning in and kissing him hungrily, he picked up his pace thrusting harder into the younger man's body. He broke away from the kiss and placed both hands on 2D's hips as he continued thrusting into him. Murdoc bit at his own lip to keep from moaning the way that he wanted to, he could hear people outside talking and moving around.

He ran his tongue along the singer's spine enjoying the way 2D shivered under his tongue. Murdoc reached around wrapping his hand around the younger man's dick and began stroking him in time with his quick thrusts. He bit into 2D's shoulder as he continued thrusting into him trying to bring himself closer to climax, he ran the pad of his thumb over the head of his dick causing him to jerk and moan loudly in response. Murdoc kept his mismatched eyes locked on their reflections; he couldn't get enough of the way the taller man's pale skin looked under his green tinged skin and the way his hand looked on him bringing him closer to the edge.

He could feel himself getting closer as he worked the younger man in time with the frantic pace of his hips. The body under his tensed and soon 2D was coming into his hand, Murdoc kissed and bit at the pianist back as he rode out his orgasm, his muscles tensing and relaxing. With another thrust the bassist was coming too, he bit into the other man's back to keep from letting out the loud moans and growls he felt building up inside of him. His thrusts went from fast and frantic to slow until he finally pulled out. He wiped himself clean then pulled his jeans back up fastening them. He watched as 2D did the same, Murdoc walked over to him wrapping his arms around him and pulling his body against his.

"Yer fuckin' gorgeous yew know t'at right?" Murdoc muttered as he kissed the front of the younger man's neck.

"I fink we shoul' go out before Russ gets mad at us." 2D said smiling down at the older man.

"Yeah probably a good idea, fat arse seems to always got an eye on us anymore." The bassist said bitterly.

The singer laughed then kissed him slowly.

"I love yew, even if yew are kinda crazy n' all." 2D said pulling away.

"I love yew too Stu"

He followed the blue haired man out into the rest of the building. Noodle stood to the side strumming at her guitar while Russel stood leaning back against a wall with his arms folded across his chest looking more than annoyed. Once he spotted the two men he pushed away from the wall and walked over to them looking pissed.

"Where the hell have you two been, we go on in one minute. I've been looking for the two of you and you disappear all of the sudden."

Murdoc smirked and flung an arm around the vocalist shoulder.

"Er we were busy foolin' 'round in t'e restroom." He said chuckling

Russel shut his eyes and shook his head slowly as he waved his hand dismissively.

"I didn't need to know that shit, why did I even ask, you know what just don't tell me stuff anymore….Just we need to get on stage." He said turning and walking away from the two.

Murdoc laughed as he went over to grab his flying V out of its case and made his way on stage with the rest of his band mates. This was their third show after the make out session on stage, the interviews they had done had all been strange. Usually somebody asking if it was just for show, if Murdoc had been drunk, or if it had been a dare; of course fans seemed interested in it too. He didn't mind the people who congratulated him or told him they thought it was nice that he was with 2D, but he was starting to get annoyed with the people calling him a sell out for being with another man and the women who kept saying they could make him straight again. He noticed at shows there would be people there who only came to bitch and yell the most idiotic things. If he thought he could really get away with it he'd jump off stage, knock them on their asses, and cut them open. He refrained from that though, he'd flip them off, or go up to 2D and fondle him just to piss them off more.

After each show Russel would usually chastise them about how it wasn't a good idea to do that stuff especially just to piss people off. Murdoc didn't care though; he'd never really cared what people thought. If they hated him, hated something about him especially something like being with another man then he loved it. They actually wasted time in their lives to hate somebody they didn't even know, people had always entertained him when he didn't want to see them dead.

This show was like most of them; the people who only came for the music, the people who came as groupies, and the people who came to safely bitch about how much they hated gay people. Every now and again 2D would make his way over to the Satanist and lean against him, run his fingers through his hair, or bury his face against his neck. Murdoc would usually return the actions by making out with the blue haired man, biting his neck, or rubbing against him.

He knew once the show was over people would tell them they shouldn't do that, they'd go to some restaurant where Russel would complain about safety and things like that. Murdoc wouldn't listen, he would just sit there and play with 2D's hair waiting for the drummer to shut up or go out of his head for an hour or so. At this point it was all becoming normal routine, it was a routine that Murdoc didn't really mind. He kind of felt like he was being somebody different, he wasn't normal, but he felt better in some strange way. He liked having somebody to look after, protect, and care for. Those were things he thought he could never do in his life, but he was actually doing them. He still got angry quite often, sometimes he'd just black out, but his rage was never taken out on 2D. It was never even a thought; maybe he was actually learning some form of control his ancestors hadn't known.

Before he knew it the show was over and they were back stage changing into clothes that weren't soaked in sweat. He could hear people outside screaming and talking; he pulled on a clean shirt then went outside with his band mates behind him. It was the usual with women trying to hit on him, every now and again some kid would ask him why he's a Satanist, and mostly it was just the same old stuff he tuned out. He looked over to see Russel talking and laughing with a group of fans, Noodle was with a group of teen girls who seemed absolutely fascinated by the young guitarist, and 2D was with the usual group of fans who thought he was sexy or were fascinated by his odd appearance. It was weird how they'd been a band for so many years and people would still ask 2D if his eyes were really blood filled.

Murdoc turned his attention back to the people surrounding him. A few of the girls were telling him how he had sex with them a few years back, he didn't remember them, but he pretended that he did. He had realized years ago that women for some reason thought that rockers remembered them when they had sex with them, maybe some did, but Murdoc wasn't one of them.

"Hey Muds I'm gonna go smoke a cigarette, I'll be back in a bit a'right?" 2D said as he pulled the packet from his jeans pocket.

Murdoc nodded at him and watched the singer walk off before turning his attention back to the people surrounding him. He actually kind of considered following the blue haired man, he really did want away from everybody. He did love fame and attention, more than was really considered healthy, but the repeated questions drove him to the point of being homicidal. He finally got to the point where he just turned away from the girls and their annoying questions and comments and made his way over to Russel who was still casually talking to a group of people.

"Where's 'D at?" The drummer asked looking around for the vocalist.

"Went off for a cigarette or somethin', shoul' be back in a few minutes." Murdoc replied shrugging

"I figured you would go with him, you're almost always with him….Oh and by the way I thought I told you to tone the on stage antics down some."

"Yeah, yeah whatever, it's not a big deal or anythin'. Not my fault some people get a bit mad 'bout two blokes kissin'."

"You're seriously a bad influence on him." Russel said shaking his head.

The group of fans walked away leaving the two men alone.

"Exactly how am I a bad influence, he is a grown man yew know." Murdoc said folding his arms over his chest and glaring up at the younger man.

"Anything you say to him he believes and whatever you do he goes along with it."

The bassist sighed loudly; he didn't even want to get pissed off over this again. He probably should have just gone off with 2D to take a smoke break.

"Are yew seriously goin' to go back on 'ow yew t'ink I'm using him?"

"I don't know what you're doing I just don't exactly trust you for many good reasons."

"I'm really sick of tellin' yew t'at I'm not usin' 'im and the stuff on stage isn' hurting anybody."

"You can't just do stuff like that, we're getting way too many pissed off people coming around our shows lately. I already told you I don't approve of you with 2D, but I really don't like the idea of him getting hurt because you have an obsession with people noticing you."

"Whatever, I'm gonna go find 'D I'll meet yew back at t'e hotel." Murdoc mumbled as he turned and walked away from the drummer.

He really did like the times when Russel was out of it in one of his possession fits. At least then he couldn't talk or accuse the Satanist of being a prick. He'd expected Noodle to be the one to give him hell over this, but so far if anything she just seemed rather supportive. She had her problems with Murdoc, but she didn't care as long as 2D was happy. Russel on the other hand just saw the many ways in which 2D could be used and abused mentally and physically. It got to the bassist, not a lot, but enough to annoy him every now and again.

He walked along the side walk glancing down alleyways wondering where the vocalist was at. He'd been gone for about fifteen minutes, maybe longer by now. Usually he would have been back sooner, Hell maybe he just decided to head back to the hotel.

"2D where t'e hell are yew at?" Murdoc asked as he continued glancing around the nearly vacated city that surrounded him.

Everything around him seemed dead and deserted, every shop had its lights off, and everything just had a dead feeling to it. It actually made him miss being at Kong for a minute until he remembered the zombies and the poltergeists that usually kept him up at night.

"2D come on mate, if I don't got yew where Russ can see ya he's gonna bitch at me more."

He almost passed by one alley until he decided to glance down it and caught a glimpse of something not too far away from him. He looked around then made his way into the darkened area, a dim light over head cast a sickly light on the shape lying on the ground. As he got closer he recognized the aqua blue hair.

"Shit"

2D lay on his side one arm out stretched the other laying over his chest. His eyes were closed, hair dirty, there was blood on his face. Murdoc kneeled down in front of him and reached out taking hold of his shoulder and shaking him gently.

"C'mon wake up mate, 2D wake up….Stu wake t'e fuck up."

The younger man groaned, he opened his eyes slowly and tried to pull away from the bassist, but couldn't. He just ended up letting out a low pained cry.

"It's me; Murdoc, c'mon luv…Fuck w'at happened to yew?" He asked as he looked over the younger man.

There was a cut under his left eye, his nose was bloodied, and there were a few small cuts on his forehead. Murdoc looked the rest of him over noticing the red finger print shapes on his neck and the blood stains seeping through his shirt.

"Fuck yer bleedin', w'at happened?" He asked as he pulled the younger man's shirt up slowly revealing a long cut in his stomach, nothing deep enough to cause a lot of damage though.

The younger man reached up grabbing at his shirt as he tried to pull himself up, but fell back down on the ground with another pained cry.

"Stop t'at, yer bleedin' yew don't need to move….Fuck, I'm gonna call an ambulance, a'right?"

He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and dialed the number; an operator picked up on the second ring. He told her what he'd found and where they were at, he felt like strangling her when she said it'd be ten minutes. He shoved his phone back into his pocket deciding that he would call Russel once they were at the hospital.

Murdoc sat down on the ground and carefully pulled the younger man onto his lap cradling him. He ran his fingers through his hair checking for blood hoping to hell he didn't have another serious head injury.

"C'mon 'D yew gotta tell me who did t'is to ya."

"I was ou' 'ere smoking an-an' next fing I know I fel' somefink 'it me in t'e back real hard…Well t'is guy picked me up by me throat an' slammed me against t'e wall…T'ey were tauntin' me an' stuff an' I tol' em to fuck off, an' I kinda blacked out a bit…Fuck Muds my stomach hurts." The younger man groaned and draped his arm over his stomach covering the long cut like holding it would make it better.

Murdoc looked down at the wound; most of the blood was dried. He placed a kiss against the singer's forehead.

"I know, do yew remember t'em cuttin' yew?"

"Y-yeah….T'ey took me flick knife, when t'ey were kickin' me an' stuff I got it out finkin' I coul' maybe cut 'em or somefink…Well t'e one guy saw it and took it from me, stepped on my han' and grabbed it away from me…Did yew call an ambulance?"

"Yeah luv, we're gonna get yew to t'e hospital so they can stitch yew up and stuff." Murdoc said trying to stay calm.

He should have just gone with him; it wasn't like had been doing anything better. He could have went with 2D and then nobody would have attacked him and if they tried he would have fucking murdered them. He wished he'd walked this way a few minutes earlier so he could have caught them and shown them to the gates of Hell personally.

"I don' need to go to t'e hospital, I'm fine." 2D muttered as he tried to pull himself up into a sitting position.

"Stop doin' t'at yer goin' to t'e hospital….Why t'e hell were t'ey attackin' yew?"

"T'ey were waitin' for me, t'ey found out 'bout us bein' together an' stuff…T'e whole gay fing so t'ey were waitin' to get me alone….I fink t'ey wanted to kill me, but t'ere were some sirens near by so t'ey kinda just dropped me and ran off….T'en a bit later yew came by."

"Fuck I should have went with yew, fuckin' bastards. If I find 'em I'm gonna skin them." Murdoc growled angrily.

He felt slightly relieved when he heard the sirens coming closer. He could hear a vehicle near by followed by doors then people, a moment later two men with a stretcher were walking down the alley followed by a woman. Murdoc helped the two male paramedics lift the singer onto the stretcher; 2D grabbed onto the bassist hand, and kept saying how he wanted Murdoc to go with them.

"I'm going too; I'm not lettin' yew lot take him alone." The bassist said as he followed them back to the ambulance.

The two men ignored him as they got the blue haired man into the back of the vehicle, the woman stood there staring at the green skinned man for a bit.

"Are you family?" one of the male paramedics asked as he eyed the older man.

Murdoc gritted his teeth and shook his head.

"No I'm not related to 'im, but he's my boyfriend, an' I'm goin' wit' 'im whether yew Fuckin want me to or not." He replied angrily.

"You can come with us." The woman said gesturing for him to get in the back with them.

Murdoc smiled at her before climbing into the vehicle and sitting on one of the benches. 2D grabbed onto his hand holding it tightly, he smiled up at the older man.

The Satanist tried to keep his mind clear as they made their way to the hospital. It wasn't like 2D was hurt that badly, he was cut up, and would have some really bad bruises in an hour or so, but other than that he seemed okay. He knew if the police got involved they most likely wouldn't find the two guys who had beaten him up, Murdoc wished to Hell he knew who they were so he could get them himself. The only problem he really had with this was calling Russel once they were at the hospital, the drummer had bitched at them for several days about being careful. Now here Murdoc was in the back of an ambulance holding the younger man's hand, he nearly considered not telling him at all. He wasn't in the mood to be yelled at, bad enough he was fighting off his own thoughts right now. He needed to be calm for a little bit, once they were at the hospital and Murdoc was alone in the waiting room then he could hate on himself openly. Until then he just needed to stay calm for a few minutes longer.