2D arrived at the drawing studio just in time. There were about 10 people total and they were sitting around 4 different tables. Some were chatting eagerly to each other and others were sitting in silence. One person was looking at drawings taped and pinned to the walls. There were no familiar faces amongst them. Not that 2D had expected to run into someone he knew, but seeing as other people had clearly joined together with their friends he felt a little bit worried about blending in. He contemplated walking to the almost empty table closest to the front, but he quickly figured he should just sit down at the table closest to him. He put his backpack down on top of a chair and sat down on the chair next to it.

Two other people were seated at this table, a man and a woman. They were very clearly of opposite aesthetics, but seemed to get along well. The man was platinum blonde and seemed to be a big fan of the colour pink, as most of his belongings were pink. The woman however had black and heavy make up around her eyes and covered top to toe with black and lime green clothing. Neither of the two looked up at 2D as he sat down at their table. Maybe it was for the better, they were both somewhat intimidating.

2D spoke maybe 10 words during the entire 1.5 hour he spent at the drawing studio. At first it was because he felt intimidated and out of place, but as soon as he started drawing, that was all he could think about. He was consumed enough to forget about the pain in his wrist. He didn't notice the pain until the owner of the studio announced that the time was up. He inspected his work and glanced around the room. The others were already packing up their things and preparing to leave. 2D quickly followed suit and stood up from his seat.

"Anyways, so can you come?" The green woman asked the pink man as she zipped her bag close.

"I guess so, I don't have any other plans" he replied and put the pencil he forgot to put in his bag in his pocket.

As the pair turned to leave the woman and 2D locked eyes for a brief moment. Something about her was extremely familiar. He had definitely seen her before. Or maybe he was mistaken. She didn't seem to recognize him, and before he could say anything the pink and green duo had already disappeared through the studio door.

"Are you okay? You didn't say much today…"

2D looked up and found the owner of the studio standing right next to him.

"Oh! Yeah I'm okay… I'm not used to doing things like this…"

"I see. Well, I hope you will continue to come here, I think you have potential"

"Thank you…" 2D mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed by his own skills in comparison to the others.

"You'll make friends in no time, most people here already know each other, so I understand that it might feel intimidating, but everyone is nice. Try to talk to some people next time"

2D frowned. Talking to people isn't as easy as it sounds.

"Yeah… Thank you" 2D mumbled again and took his backpack to signal that the conversation was over.

"See you next week" the owner smiled.

"See you…" 2D replied and hurried out of the studio and down the stairs.

With that, 2D's suspicions had been confirmed. Everyone already knew each other. He was definitely the odd one out, the newbie. It was obvious looking at everyones skills as well. 2D had just started drawing, but the others had definitely been doing it for a long time. Shit. Well, it didn't really matter. As long as he was having fun, it should be worthwhile. He didn't sign up to make friends or to showcase his hidden talent or anything like that. He just wanted to improve, and he wanted a reason to leave the house now that Hannibal was there. And as if Hannibal's presence wasn't bad enough, his presence definitely made Murdoc's personality even worse. He was a bad influence. And the two brothers were running around as if they were living in their own separate world. It made 2D feel anxious and lonely. He felt invisible. And the fact that he was the odd one out in the art studio only made the feeling worse. Whatever.

That night, 2D found himself sitting on his bed, simply just waiting for someone to barge in. He didn't believe he had the luxury to assume he would be left alone, even if he was sitting in his own bedroom, with his bedroom door closed. Lately it felt like he simply had no privacy. Murdoc or Hannibal would surely show up sooner or later, it was a given. The question was who, when, and what they would want from him. In the meantime, all he could do was wait.

He pulled out the drawing from his backpack and looked at it. Now that a few hours had passed he didn't like it as much as he had when he was drawing it. The prompt they had been working with was 'First meeting'. Probably because it was the first gathering for the season and a new person had signed up. 2D who had wanted to stick with drawing zombies had drawn two zombies shaking hands as if they were being introduced to each other for the first time. The idea itself was alright, very straightforward, but the page looked very empty. Maybe a background would make it come together better? 2D grabbed a pencil and stared at the drawing, trying to figure out how he could improve on it.

Eventually, the well awaited disruption appeared outside his bedroom door. To 2D's surprise, the disruption was kind enough to knock on the door before opening it. 2D never said come in, but he was too busy appreciating the fact that there had been a knock in the first place that he didn't really care about the uninvited guest stepping into his room unapologetically.

"Hello…" 2D greeted his guest with a slight confusion in his voice as the man before him just barged in and simply just stood there without saying anything.

"Hello" Murdoc muttered back, without moving an inch.

Something was wrong. Something felt extremely off.

"Are you okay?" 2D asked and put his drawing and pencil to the side.

Murdoc didn't reply, instead he walked further into the room. His head was hanging low and he swayed slightly from side to side as if he was going to fall. 2D stood up and hurried over to support him.

"Hey! What's wrong?" He asked with a worried tone in his voice.

He didn't have to ask twice, as the stench of alcohol surrounded the other like a huge but invisible cloud.

"You're drunk! Do you even get drunk? How much did you drink to get like this?" 2D supported Murdoc as he walked him over towards the bed, which was the nearest furniture to where they had been standing.

"Sit" he instructed, "I will get some water"

"It's fine, I'm not that drunk… I'm just tired" Murdoc grabbed 2D's wrist to stop him from running off.

"Are you sure? You don't look okay…" 2D contemplated whether he needed to break loose from Murdoc's grip or if he could trust what he was saying.

"I'm sure… I just need to sleep" Murdoc mumbled and started to kick off his shoes, still holding a firm grip around 2D's wrist.

"...Alright…"

Murdoc didn't slur his words, nor did he look like he was going to be sick or as if he was going to faint… maybe it was alright to listen to him. If anyone knew what drunk Murdoc needed, it would probably be drunk Murdoc.

"Alright, I get it, so let go, I will help you…" 2D swayed his arm a little as if to remind Murdoc that he was still holding onto him.

Murdoc, who had finished kicking off his shoes, simply pulled 2D closer instead. He pulled him close enough to wrap his arm around 2D's hip and lean his head on 2D's stomach. Well leaning against him, he put his other arm around his hips as well.

"Uhm…" 2D started, but didn't know what he wanted to say.

2D put his hand in Murdoc's hair and ruffled it a little. He was actually acting kind of cute. 2D really liked this side of Murdoc, he secretly hoped that he would be able to see it more often. Maybe that was the only silver lining to Hannibal's presence in their lives right now. Drunk Murdoc.

Drunk Murdoc proceeded to sneak one hand underneath 2D's shirt, and the cold fingertips of the other hand found their way down 2D's pants. He chuckled and pulled 2D even closer, close enough that 2D almost fell over.

"Hey, Murdoc…" 2D tried to push him away gently, but Murdoc wasn't having it.

"You're warm" Murdoc mumbled into 2D's shirt as the fingernails on the fingers down 2D's pants buried into his ass cheek.

"It's warmer under the blanket… you should sleep" 2D tried again.

Murdoc didn't reply, he simply grunted in disagreement.

"You can be my blanket" he smirked after a few moments of silence.

Before 2D realized what Murdoc meant, Murdoc lied back down on the bed, pulling 2D down with him. 2D stumbled forwards and fell over as soon as his legs hit the edge of the bed. He managed to catch himself before falling face down into the pillow by putting his hands out. The angle of his hand was bad and pain shot through his already injured wrist. 2D immediately pulled his hand away and let out a small scream that died out as he faceplanted into the pillow beneath him. At the same time his upper body also crashed down onto Murdoc's face, as he was still clinging onto 2D's hips and stomach. A muffled groan escaped Murdoc's lips and 2D could feel the heat of his breath against his stomach. It sent shivers down his spine.

"Are you okay…?" 2D started as he tried to use his uninjured hand to lift his upper body off of the bed and Murdoc.

However, Murdoc didn't reply. He simply traced 2D's back with his hand, pulling his shirt up as he did so.

"M-murdoc…?" 2D hesitated.

"Shut up" Murdoc grunted and landed a kiss on 2D's stomach, now bare, and hovering a few centimeters above his head.

"My wrist hurts… I can't stay like this… I'll fall again" 2D struggled.

He was leaning all the weight of his upper body on his uninjured hand, keeping the injured one relaxed to the side. If Murdoc hadn't been holding onto him, he could have pushed his upper body backwards and used his knees and things to support himself, but in this position it was impossible. Murdoc had to let go.

Murdoc sighed, obviously annoyed.

"Fine" he mumbled and released his grip.

"Thank you" 2D quickly shifted his weight and sat back upright.

Murdoc left his hands resting on 2D's hips and traced his thighs during the movement. As soon as 2D was sitting up he grasped his hips firmly again.

"I like this position too" he smirked.

2D had been so focused on getting up without using his injured wrist that he hadn't thought about what position he was getting himself into. He was sitting on Murdocs lap, legs bent at the knees and on either side of him. And it wasn't just the position, Murdoc was very obviously hard. If the two of them had been naked, all Murdoc would have to do was thrust, and he would have been inside of him. 2D's cheeks flushed red when he realized.

"Are you playing innocent? That's cute…" Murdoc smirked and grinded his hips, rubbing his clothed erection against 2D.

"You definitely did that on purpose" he continued and repeated the movement whilst also holding 2D's hips in place, increasing the friction.

".. I didn't…" 2D interrupted himself to swallow a gasp before it could escape him.

As tempting as it was, Murdoc was drunk. If he were to allow Murdoc to go any further, things would definitely get messy. It would be better to just go to sleep.

"Murdoc please… you're drunk… let's just sleep…" 2D tried to reason with Murdoc whilst also rocking back and forth due to his grinding.

"Sleep? That sounds boring…"

2D tried to swallow the lump in his throat. His heart was beating fast as he tried to figure out how to get out of sleeping with a drunk Murdoc. It could only mean trouble.

"I… I'll blow you… I'll blow you so let's just sleep afterwards, okay?"

If 2D wanted to escape the situation he would have to compromise.

Murdoc seemed a bit disappointed, but at the same time, eager. Maybe he had been worried about being shut down completely. Which surprised 2D. Somehow he figured that Murdoc simply wouldn't have accepted no as an answer.

"I guess I could let you off the hook if you do it well enough" Murdoc snickered.

2D tried not to roll his eyes as he grabbed Murdocs wrists to pull his hands away from him.

"Great, now let go of me so I can do it" 2D muttered and got out of the bed.

Murdoc grunted as he tried to follow, but his upper body was too heavy for his drunk and clumsy state of being.

"Just stay lying down, it's fine" 2D ensured as he positioned himself somewhat comfortably in between Murdoc's legs.

Murdoc replied by simply unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them together with his underwear partially down his thighs; as far as he could reach, lying with his back against the bed. 2D furrowed his brows, asking himself how he had gotten himself into this situation. Nevertheless, he was a man of his word and he would do what he had promised to do. He pulled Murdoc's jeans and underwear further down Murdoc's legs and decided that it would be easier to pull them all the way off. That way, they wouldn't get in the way. He threw them to the side and turned his attention back towards the now exposed erection. Maybe if 2D had been more in the mood it would have looked more inviting. Rather than enthusiastically swallowing the erection whole, 2D started off by simply touching it with his hands.

"Oi, that's not what we said" Murdoc complained almost immediately.

2D sighed, this man had no patience whatsoever apparently.

"Alright, it's just, the angle is a bit difficult" 2D explained.

"Not my problem, figure it out" Murdoc mumbled.

2D inspected the sight in front of him to figure out the best way to tackle this blow job. Murdoc was lying down on his back. There was no way 2D could get that erection in his mouth if he was simply sitting on the floor between his legs, he would have to hover above it somehow. He got up on his knees and leaned his upper body over Murdoc's hip and erection. His non-existent abs immediately needed support and 2D put his uninjured hand down on the mattress. Maybe this could work. As he leaned even closer he managed to put his elbows to the mattress, resting his underarms on either side of Murdoc's hips. Yeah, this will work, he thought to himself and extended his tongue.

2D's tongue barely even made contact with Murdoc's cock before Murdoc's hand appeared in the corner of 2D's eye. He ran his fingers through his hair, grabbed his head and guided him swiftly up and down his erection. 2D was quick to follow Murdoc's direction. He traced the outline of Murdoc's cock with his tongue, tasting the sweat and musk on his skin. Somehow it didn't bother him. Maybe he had gotten used to it. Murdoc moaned in response and pushed his head further into his groin. He was obviously hinting for 2D to stop with the lip service and get on with it already. 2D obliged.

The taste of Murdoc's cock filled his mouth and the scent entered his nostrils as he swallowed Murdoc's cock all the way to its base. Murdoc let out a loud gasp and he trembled slightly beneath him. It made 2D somewhat excited. It was exciting to have this sort of power over someone else, it was exciting to have the ability to make someone tremble with pleasure. Even if it was just for a moment. 2D moved his head up and down the erection, making sure his tongue explored every part of it as he moved. Murdoc's fingers ran through his hair, grabbed on tight, and released with the waves of pleasure coming over him. Somehow, 2D couldn't help but think that his reactions were cute. How did this even happen? How did he end up in this situation, thinking these specific thoughts?

Another moan from Murdoc, and his fingers grabbed onto 2D's hair firmly once again. He pulled him closer down his erection and down to the base of his cock.

"Oh fuck" Murdoc muttered as he pulled 2D's head up and then down again.

As 2D tried to swallow the saliva building up in his mouth before he started to dribble, the taste of precum became apparent. Murdoc was close. 2D could feel his own cock stiffening up inside his pants but from this position, leaning on his elbows, there was nothing he could do about it. He decided to ignore it and focus on making Murdoc come as soon as possible instead. Murdoc's cock was filling up his mouth, almost choking him. The angle definitely made things harder. 2D pulled away slightly to give himself room to breathe and he purposefully moaned around Murdoc's cock. He could feel it twitch in response, tickling the inside of his mouth. Murdoc moaned loudly and tangled his fingers deeper into 2D's hair. He pulled him closer once again and grinded into his throat. 2D struggled not to cough as Murdoc's cock replaced any and all breathable air. Gravity was also taking it's pull on the displaced saliva, and it started dribbling down the base of Murdoc's cock and dripping down into the sheets below.

"I'm gonna come" Murdoc grunted as he grinded into 2D's mouth once more.

2D tried desperately not to choke. He could easily go on for a minute or two without breathing properly, but the grinding was making it a lot more difficult. He rubbed his tongue back and forth across the vein at the base of Murdoc's cock, struggling to keep his throat relaxed around the tip. Just a little more… a little more.

Murdoc moaned loudly and somehow managed to pull 2D even further down his cock as he came deep down inside 2D's throat. 2D flinched at the sudden explosion in his mouth and instinctively tried to pull away and breathe. Murdoc's firm grip however, held him in place. 2D coughed and gagged around Murdoc's cock, desperately gasping for air. As he was leaning forwards, and with a cock still deep down his throat, there was nowhere for his coughing to go, but up. He tried to hold it back but as Murdoc came just a little bit more he had to cough again. He coughed and the cum made its way up towards his nasal cavity. Shit. If Murdoc didn't let go soon, cum would start dripping out of his nose.

2D desperately tried to pull away again, and this time he was successful, albeit he had to sacrifice a few strands of hair as Murdoc's grip didn't loosen whatsoever. He pulled himself off the cock and gasped for air, still coughing, struggling to not breathe in any of the cum covering the inside of his throat and mouth. He was far too busy trying to breathe that he didn't take any note of Murdoc's reaction or his surroundings. All that was on his mind was 'Air'.

Once 2D had his breathing under control again he looked at Murdoc, curious as to why he wasn't saying or doing anything. He was fast asleep. Somehow it was annoying. After almost killing him by choking him with his cum, Murdoc just fell asleep?! 2D furrowed his brows slightly and wiped the cum and saliva off his lips and his chin with his arm. He did look quite peaceful and happy though. 2D took a few more deep breaths while contemplating what he was supposed to do next. Murdoc was obviously fast asleep, which was probably for the better, and what 2D had suggested from the start. But… 2D glanced down on his own erection that was surprisingly still not gone after almost choking to death. Although, it was significantly less hard at this point. 2D contemplated if he should take care of it in the bathroom or if he was gonna let it die down on his own. Nevertheless, he decided that he should drink some water.

2D got up and walked over to the bathroom inside his bedroom. He didn't bother with picking up a glas or a mug on his way and once in the bathroom he drank straight from the tap. He washed out the cum still in his mouth and proceeded to alternate between drinking and coughing. His throat was quite sore.

After he finished drinking, he washed his face and returned towards the bed. His erection did die down on it's own. And even though it was slightly uncomfortable to leave it be, he knew he'd be able to sleep it off. He yawned and flinched at the uncomfortable stretching of his mouth and throat. Sleeping would definitely be the better option here. He managed to roll Murdoc to one side of the bed and out of the way. He climbed into the bed next to him and pulled the blanket over both of them. He then turned to turn off the lights, but a sudden realization hit him, and he froze on the spot. A shiver shot down his spine. Across the room, looking back at him, was his closed bedroom door. Closed.

Obviously it was a good thing that the door had been closed during all of this but… but that was the thing. He never closed the door. Meaning that somebody else had closed it. And it was certainly not Murdoc. When was the door closed? 2D tried to remember if it had been closed or opened as he went to the bathroom. A voice in the back of his mind tried to convince him that it had been open, but being completely honest with himself he had no idea. Not that it mattered anyways. Regardless of when the door was closed, the person who closed it would have seen one out of two things. Either they caught 2D with Murdoc's cock down his throat, or, they saw Murdoc passed out with his cock out, on 2D's cum and spit stained bed. Whoever closed that door, whenever they closed it, definitely knew what had happened. Shit.

2D stared at the door with empty eyes, as if the door would magically open up again on it's own so that he could pretend like it had never been closed. He contemplated if he should go out and look around to see if whoever it was was still close by. Or if he should wake up Murdoc and tell him they had been found out. Eventually he decided not to do anything and just go to sleep. Maybe if he ignored the problem it would just go away. He knew that it wouldn't, but he could just not be bothered to deal with it right now. He turned off the lights, and went to sleep.