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A.N: um..let's see…I should include something here…I'm forgetting though..oh jeez. I feel so bad, I'm forgetting something! Lemme see if I can remember by the end of the chapter! P.S Not for young eyes…ahem…
2D lifted one of his big hands to knock on the Winnebago's door, he made it into a fist and then pulled the hand back closer to him, as if his hand were a snake about to attack the door at any second but it was a mistaken threat. He looked up at the filthy ceiling and took a deep breath
You want this he told himself. And his hand reached out and quietly tapped on the door.
"Wot?" the Satanist's voice barked.
"Murdoc?" asked 2D, "Can…can I talk to ya?"
The door flew open, barely missing 2D's face.
"Face-ache?"
2D gave him a small toothless smile.
"I thought I 'eard you up…glad to see ya…"
"Yea…kinda…kicked, er, threw Paula out…'ope ya dun mind…"
"Don't mind?" asked Murdoc, " I was gettin sick of tha' bitch!"
2D's smile widened, "I 'ave been fir a long time!"
Murdoc chuckled and played with his inverted cross that hung around his neck between his middle and pointer finger on his left hand, "Say, erm…wanna come in an' chat?"
2D's heart jump, "uh…"
"Oh, jus' come in!" snapped Murdoc as he trudged up the Winnebago's stairs and 2D followed timidly. Murdoc sat himself down in one of the red velvet chairs, supposedly the co-captain seat but it was turned around to make it look like somewhat of a 'dining room table' setting. 2D gently sat down on the black sofa, careful not to disturb Cortez, who was perched on the far left of the couch. He sat with a straight back and hands crossed on his lap. Murdoc laughed at him, "ya look nervous."
"Well, I ne'er been in 'ere," said 2D taking in what was around him. "I saw the Cribs tour ya did, but," he chuckled, "it's not the same." The cheetah head that protruded from the wall seemed to be staring him down. He adverted his eyes from it and looked down at Murdoc's Cuban healed boots. "You're love shack on wheels," 2D whispered to himself, quoting the line from the tour Murdoc had done for MTV. Murdoc must have heard him because he gave a quick laugh, "I made such a fool of myself on that, didn' I?"
2D looked up and met Murdoc's mismatched eyes, "I liked it."
"Realli?"
"Yea."
They sat in silence for a few more minutes. 2D was just looking around at everything, from the dart board to the air fresheners. He was stalling for time. He had not made up a script in his head yet for what he was going to say to Murdoc, to tell him his true feelings about him.
"So," said Murdoc also struggling for words, "been up to anything lately?"
"No," responded 2D really quickly, "jus' sleepin' an' all."
"Ah," said Murdoc looking out the windshield at the concrete wall.
"M-muds?"
"Yes?" Was Dullard actually going to say something to him?
"Wot you said…" 2D started slowly, "really 'urt me."
"Wot did I say?" asked Murdoc.
"Ya denied that ya kissed me," said 2D, "and ya denied that you knew it wos me. I fink you knew it was me, ya said "Nice to see ya, Dullard" before-'and. An' I don't fink ya did because ya were drunk…I fink…I fink…you meant it!" 2D took a shaky deep breathe. It was all out in the air now, but it was Murdoc's turn and he was either going to be happy or hurt. Murdoc stared at 2D for a couple of minutes before finally muttering, "Yea, I knew it wos you."
"Ya did?" asked 2D, hope piercing his voice.
"Yea…but I wos drunk," Murdoc defended himself. Then he winced inside, why did he always have to defend himself?
2D's eyes looked down to the ground.
"But…maybe it wos a good thing…" said Murdoc slowly, "'cause if I wosn't drunk, I wouldn't 'ave done that an' it's bloody fuckin' well time ya know!"
2D's insides jumped again. He closed his eyes. He was dreaming, he was dreaming, he was dreaming, he was dreaming….and then he opened his black eyes again. Nope, Murdoc was still right there, looking just as nervous as 2D. "Time I know wot?"
"Satan's sake!" snapped Murdoc, "Ya 'aven't noticed? You've been on my mind fir ages now, and not jus' to beat ya up either, if ya know wot I mean…"
2D was taken back…he hadn't expected all of this at once. "Err…awright then…I'll jus' be goin' then…" 2D stood up and took a step to the door. Murdoc rolled his eyes and gave out a huge frustrated sigh as he stood up behind 2D, "Don'cha know anything, Dullard?" 2D turned around, "Wot?" Murdoc gently placed his hands on 2D's shoulder, "Why do I always have to make the first move?" he whined before he pressed his lips to 2D's. However, this time 2D didn't push him away and fall back into a muddy mess.
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Noodle smiled from the corridor as she heard the final words from Murdoc
"Why do I always have to make the first move?"
She did a little dance in place and when she realized that the silence had been….prolonged, she realized she might not want to be around to hear any more noise. Quietly she walked down the corridor, smiling to herself. 2D was finally standing up for himself and picking up confidence at the same time.
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They fell onto the black sofa. Cortez was disturbed by the movement of the fall, squawked, and fluttered to the nearest chair. 2D was in pure bliss as he slowly moved one of his hands through Murdoc's black greasy hair. No longer would he have to restrain his lusts, thoughts, or emotions from his angel. He sighed happily as Murdoc pulled away to catch his breath. He could feel his small panting gasps against his lips and a chill was sent down his spine,
"Can…can I tell ya somefing…" whispered 2D. Murdoc looked at him and nodded approvingly. "When I woke up from my coma…I thought ya were an angel." Murdoc's eyes got wide and he laughed a little, "well, I'm not Jesus-freak," said Murdoc, "but I think I found an angel myself." He kissed him gently on the check. 2D smiled happily as he kissed Murdoc back. His tongue was asking permission to enter and 2D couldn't refuse. All those scars, burses, and breaks Murdoc had inflicted onto 2D over the years had been made up in just those few minutes. He could have died there happy. Murdoc slid a hand inside 2D's shirt and caressed his stomach while they made out wildly. It seemed like only a few seconds to 2D before Murdoc pulled away again, "Stu.." he breathed, "I want somethin' real wi't ya….not jus' a one night stand thing…"
Murdoc Nicals he thought to himself You have lost it!
2D smiled up at him. It was all worth it. "I couldn' 'ave said it better…" said 2D giving Murdoc a final kiss on the lips before he slid out from under him and fixed his shirt. They sat next to each other on the dirty old sofa.
"So, um," said 2D moving a little closer to the Bassiest, "'Ow many girls 'ave you 'ad in 'ere, exactly?"
Murdoc snorted, "Too many to count."
"I 'ave another question."
"Wot?"
"I thought you said you weren't 'omosexual?"
Murdoc grined, "I'm not."
"But t'at doesn' make much sense…"
"Stupid Dullard," smiled Murdoc, "It's called bisexual!"
A.N: I think I might finish it here…I tried to write more, but nothing else seems to fit…I do have ideas though, but I think I'm done. Lemme know?