Chapter 7 : Thanks for the comments btw, sorry I haven't addressed it before now, really they mean a lot :D!!

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Oh the hours crept by excruciatingly slow for Murdoc. How much longer? His brain would agonize every other passing minute. How much longer? He would look to the clock only to see that five minutes had passed. This was no way for him to be acting. 2D would be sure to notice something was up if he kept this up, he couldn't remember any other time in his life when he had felt this… Was excited the word? Or was anxious? It was a very fluid mix between the two, it was so bad he felt as if he would jump at the smallest of things. It was because of this, that he hadn't been able to bring himself to go beyond the car park in the past three or so hours, for fear of Noodle noticing his rapid mood swings. Near the end of the wait he rolled his eyes "'M becomin' a bird." He chuckled darkly to himself as he scratched Cortez's bird equivalent of a chin. He squawked harshly and pressed into the touch. Murdoc rose one of 2D's eyebrows as he got an idea.

"'M gonna 'ave ta try tha' latah." He concluded scratching Cortez's feathered chin and relaxed back in the chair he was sitting in. He sighed, this was so annoying. He stood and walked over to one of the many reflective surfaces he had covered in his Winnebago. He uncovered the tarnished faucet and looked at his image in it. 2D raised his eyebrow at him. "Wot?"

"'Ave fun." Next second Murdoc was gone leaving 2D in charge. Usually time passed faster while in the recesses of 2D's head, probably because the dullard had absolutely no concept of time. And that seemed to dull Murdoc's own sense of time.

2D looked around the Winnebago confused. Murdoc had seemed aggravated by something when he relinquished their body, but by the face he was making in the sink faucet, he was in no mood to talk about what was bothering him. Stu sighed and left the Winnie, he was still very depressed about earlier. Murdoc was his best mate, and it was quite clear to him that that was all he was ever going to be. Just a friend… A friend that he happened to share the same body with. Does tha' make me me own best mate? He wondered, completely forgetting all about his previous train of thought. Ah, the bliss that is idiocy.

At least the next two hours passed relatively faster than the previous three. Where three hours had felt like eight, the last two had felt like scarcely one. Maybe that was how 2D was capable of working for hours on end without stopping, he just wasn't aware of how long anything was. Murdoc chuckled in the back of Stu's head at the easily perverted thought. "Wot?" 2D asked his mirror image that was cast on a particularly shiny table nearby. Murdoc had made it a rule that all usually shined surfaces were to be left dusty during this time, but, as usual, Russle hadn't listened.

"Nofin'." Murdoc chuckled again. 2D frowned and turned back to his keyboard. He began to play out an upbeat melody. It was high and racy, just as the melody hit its high point, 2D shifted to the complete opposite side of the keyboard and played a deep depressing tune.

Murdoc raised an eyebrow at the song. Noticing that 2D now was writing down the notes for it on a nearby pad of paper. It seemed to Murdoc, that whenever 2D had a chance, he would always come down here to the studio desk room and keep continuing snippets of some great composition. Only reason he had to go on that it was a continuation was that 2D had been using the same note pad.

"Stu?" Murdoc asked for 2D's attention. 2D turned to look at him, since when did Murdoc refer to him as anything other than 'dullard', 'face-ache', or '2D'? He must be fooling with his head again. "Wot?" 2D answered as his fingers beginning to move over the keys once again, the tune was still depressing, though, it was lighter than before.

"'Ow does 'is thing star' out?" The bassist asked about the piece. 2D looked at him questioningly. "Why do ya care?" The piece kept on becoming more and more light hearted. 2D paused and wrote the notes down. "Cause I jus' do! Do I honestly need a reason ta get an answer?!" Stuart shook his head and turned back to his keyboard. He could've asked a bit nicer anyway.

"C'mon Stu. I wanna 'ear it." What was with the tone Murdoc was using? 2D knew he had heard it earlier, somewhere… Oh… He realized. He sighed and gave in, flipping back a few pages to the first one. "It don't 'ave a name yet." He felt needed to be added, he poised his fingers over the keys. Thundering footsteps into the room sent a jolt of intense irritation through him. His eyes narrowed angrily down at his keyboard as he looked over his shoulder and smiled at Russle in spite of himself. "'Ello Russ." Murdoc, meanwhile, was still intensely irritated and wasn't about to roll over as 2D had just done. "Get out fat-arse!"

"Hey D…. Murdoc." The first said in kindness, the second, contempt. "Still working on that same composition D?" Russle asked.

"Yea, I fink it's goin' rathah well." He smiled at Russle before turning back to his keyboard. "I was jus' about ta play some of it for Muhdoc 'ere. Wanna listen too ya can." He added sweetly.

"Sure D." Russle sat his rather portly frame down in one of the swivel chairs nearby and laced his fingers into one another. Murdoc ground 2D's mirror image teeth in annoyance. Fuckin' faggot. He growled in his head. His thoughts of possible ways to get Russle out of the room disappeared once 2D started playing. The notes were all deep, depressing and very drawn out in the beginning. As the song progressed Murdoc could easily guess what the piece was about. The moments where the notes rose and fell, where they almost seemed painful to listen to, where they were unbearably happy and excited… This was how 2D was expressing his feelings about his recent up and down relationship the bassist. It nearly hurt when he saw the angry face 2D was making when it hit a very low, but still very fast part, he pounded each key as if it were a bullet from a gun. Murdoc was vaguely reminded of his last bout of beating the singer around his room. Why had he done that again?

The song continued on, at first it was rather muted, it sounded a bit to Murdoc as if it was from suspense film, the occasional hard press upon the keys reminding him of a thunder clap. It sped up again, Murdoc had to hold in a snigger as 2D pounded the keys in something reminiscent of the famous instrumental line from Psycho. The song muted again, it continued on in a decently light hearted melody. It dipped slightly not a lot but enough to signify that something had indeed changed. It slowly became higher until it seemed like a lullaby. 2D now had a soft smile on his face as his fingers daintily stroked the keys, this did not escape Murdoc's notice.

By the end, or at least where 2D had written to, Russle looked confused, Murdoc, hiding his emotions once again, looked indifferent. "That was…. Uh… Interesting D." Russle said lightly clapping his hands.

"Needs work face-ache." Was all Murdoc said in his practiced, emotionless voice. "Fanks Russ." He smiled. He turned to Murdoc. "Yea, I know it does. It's not done yet." That was the most indifferent Murdoc had ever seen 2D. It surprised him quite a bit just how complete it was.

"Well. I'm off to bed. Neither of you stay up too much longer. Night." Russle stood and left the room. Murdoc wanted to growl a few things after him but resisted.

"I fink I should go ta bed too Muds." 2D turned off his keyboard and stood. Murdoc realized that once 2D got back to his room, it would be do or die. Obviously he only had one real choice considering he already was dead.

2D took off his pants and shirt, tossing them in his 'dirty' pile. He sighed hopelessly. Wot's the point in all o' 'is? He covered his close to tearing eyes with a spindly fingered hand. His other hand groped for the pills that were usually kept upon one of his bedside desks Finding what it wanted, he brought his other hand down from his face, reflexively shook two pills into it and downed them dry. He sighed again, trying his best to shove these horrible thoughts from his head. Take a few more, c'mon. They can only 'elp ya. He looked despairingly at the still open bottle in his hand. He shook six more out into his hand and prepared to swallow them. He clenched a fist around the white saviors. "Fuck 'is." He threw the pill bottle across the room, along with the pills in hand and glared hatefully at them as they scattered about the floor after glancing off the wall. He sighed and flopped back on his bed. He was tired, so very, depressingly, unbearably tired. He felt something cold brush against one of his knees. He shot up.

"'Ey 'ere Stu." Murdoc's ghostly figure grinned at him. 2D gulped at that look. He scrambled backward on his bed as Murdoc leaned in over him. Or rather, he tried, Murdoc had a firm grip on both his knees and was keeping him in place. "Muds?! Leggo!" 2D squirmed, trying to distance his face from Murdoc's. He felt something freezing grip uncomfortably close to his manhood on his inner thigh, distracting him long enough to stop squirming. In that instant, Murdoc closed the distance between them. However, instead of drawing back or disappearing the next second, he aggressively kissed down on the younger male beneath him. Forcing 2D to open his mouth to him, practically choking the singer with his inhumanly long and cold tongue. Murdoc could feel 2D pushing back on him, trying to get him to stop. Murdoc might not have had to breathe anymore, but 2D still did.

Eventually, 2D managed to fling his face away from the onslaught and took in a deep, needed breath. He returned to Murdoc a second later, looking angrier than a hornet. "Why do ya keep doin' tha'?!" He yelled in Murdoc's face. Murdoc drew back, confused by 2D's attitude. "Do ya 'ave any idear wot ya do ta me every time ya do tha'?!" Murdoc raised an eyebrow. "Ya make me fink ya actually give a shit about me! Stoppit!" He yelled turning away from the freezing bassist. 2D released a surprised yelp when he felt an icy hand upon his member. "Muhdoc!" He turned back, only to meet the bassist's cold, chapped lips again. However, instead of forcing his way in, Murdoc ran his tongue over 2D's lower lip, asking this time. He gently fondled him as he lavished his face with kisses. After a time that seemed like an eternity. 2D opened his mouth and allowed Murdoc to fill it. Their tongues collided, one, overly excited and dominant, the other, still very hesitant and yielding. In truth, 2D still didn't believe Murdoc cared a wit about him. He merely went with it to avoid a possible beating. His boxers felt uncomfortably tight, Murdoc's hands, despite being very cold, felt wonderful. It soon became known to 2D that Murdoc's pants weren't exactly fitting correctly either. Murdoc pulled at 2D's boxers as he whispered into his ear "I mean every bit o' 'is." 2D could feel Murdoc's coldness slip away slowly as it was replaced by a burning sexual heat.

Things escalated quickly from there, before either of them knew it, their bodies were drumming a beat, Murdoc and 2D's voices harmonized and all they could hear was their own soundtrack. 2D looked positively beautiful beneath him, Murdoc thought. The way his blue hair fell around his pleasured face, how their bodies seemed to fit perfectly together. Oh, it just made him want to… It all rose to a beautifully loud crescendo not long after. 2D's fingers dug into the sheets of the bed, even after his hands began to cramp he still didn't let go. He was too afraid he would be lost forever in the abyss that now surrounded Murdoc and him.

Through his labored and pleasured pants, Murdoc prayed to whatever godly body would care to listen to him that neither Noodle or Russle could hear them. "Muhdoc!" 2D yelled at the top of his lungs as he came into Murdoc's burning hand. 2D's orgasm triggered Murdoc's own release, an animalistic roar of extreme pleasure escaped from Murdoc as burning hot semen was released into the singer.

He collapsed a moment later on top of 2D, lavishing his face with kisses and running his hands repetitively through his hair, as if to make sure he was still there. 2D turned to look at the exhausted man. He smiled softly as he dared let the three word phrase slip from his lips. "I love you."

Murdoc's response was more than what 2D had been expecting, in truth, he had expected none, so any at all was a lot more than what he had been expecting. Murdoc kissed Stuart deeply and slowly, savoring every aspect of his mouth. He tasted like butterscotch and cigarettes. As nasty as that might sound to the average human, to him, it was the most orgasmic thing he had ever tasted in his life, or unlife as he had regretfully never actually tasted it during life.

Murdoc slowly drew himself out from Stuart, leaving Stu with an uncomfortable feeling of emptiness, even more so as the cum seeped from between his thighs to the already sweat drenched sheets below. Murdoc took this time to notice that this was the first time, that he as a spirit himself and not as Stuart Pot, felt tired since he died. He felt exhausted to put it as it was in fact. He couldn't help but let his eyes flutter shut, the last image in his mind was Stuart in his arms.

Noodle woke the next morning and walked down to the kitchen to find Russle making breakfast. "Morning Noodle." Russle said as he flipped a pancake over in the pan. "Morning Russle-san." She had an issue she wanted to bring to light with Russle. "Did you have trouble sleeping last night?" Russle looked to her. "Nope, none at all. Why?"

"Well… I just felt like something was off. I don't know what. Maybe it was just my senses acting up or something. Do you want me to get 2D-kun and Murdoc-san?" Russle considered for a moment. "Nah, let 'em sleep." In 2D's case, he wanted him to get more sleep since he seemed so down last night. The other half of it was, he didn't want to deal with Murdoc that morning. He'd had a good night's sleep and didn't need the ornery ghost ruining his morning.

2D opened his eyes tiredly. It took only a moment for last nights events to come flooding into his head. Had that all really happened? He rolled slightly to see Murdoc's form asleep next to him. Also to feel a horrible pain in his back and rear area. He gasped at the unexpected pain before relaxing. Yep, it had happened alright. But did any of it mean anything to Murdoc at all? As this question popped up it was quickly answered by Murdoc's statement last night 'I mean every bit 'o 'is.' Was it true? Or was Murdoc lying? He was a terrific liar after all.

2D smiled at the sleeping man next to him. He might not have been the most beautiful man he had seen sleeping, by far no. There was just something about Murdoc when he was asleep. The way he just was, the only word 2D's brain could supply for it was 'beautiful'. He leaned his face in closer to Murdoc's, only to meet a tired red eye when he came within nose touching distance. "Wot, faggot?" Murdoc growled, that's right, he wasn't a morning person was he?

Faggot?! 2D thought in horror, if he still called him that it obviously had meant nothing. His despair obviously showed on his face. "Wot's the mattah?" Murdoc sat up and yawned. "Wot's wif the look Stu?" He scratched his head and yawned again, wider.

"Nofin'." He swung his legs from the bed and stood. He sighed as he began to walk to his pile of clean clothes to put something on. Problem was, he was tripped as soon as he was out of bed and had a nice make out session with his floor. Stu rolled over on his back and stared up at the bassist that was on his knees leaning over him. He propped himself up on his elbows and gulped. "Ewe ain't goin' nowhere till ya tell me wot yer problem is." Murdoc's brow furrowed as he leaned into 2D's face.

2D could feel himself break out into a cold sweat, which was only intensified by the spirit above him. Come to think of it, Murdoc now seemed to be sapping heat from the air as the black aura that usually enveloped him flared out. Stu averted his eyes to his mirror, how was he supposed to talk to Murdoc when he seemed to be deliberately scaring him speechless?

"'Ey. Lookit me." Murdoc gently pushed 2D's face back, forcing him to make eye contact with him. "Wot's the mattah?" 2D smiled softly at the man. The tone he was using, the gentle touch, that look in his eyes… Yeah, Murdoc was a perfect liar.

"I love ya." He looked away from Murdoc still smiling. "Was tha' all ewe 'ad ta say?" Murdoc sounded slightly angry that 2D had made him worry for no reason at all. Stu jumped slightly at the anger in his voice, not quite comprehending which part of this he was angry about. 'E was fine wif it last night!!

"Lucky fer ewe, I love ya too." Murdoc leaned in and lightly kissed the singer before standing, or attempting to stand anyway, he was stopped by 2D's needy fingers digging into his back. He looked down at him and raised an eyebrow at him. "Wot?"

Stu made a pitiful face and tugged down on Murdoc's back again. After a moment, Murdoc obliged the younger man and leaned into another kiss. It didn't take long for the kiss to turn sultry and hot, Murdoc ground his bare hips down on 2D's. Murdoc drew back from the kiss and grinned evilly down at 2D. "S'all fer now love." He stood , ignoring the wood between his legs.

2D made a whining noise as Murdoc left him. "You're mean…." He simply stated. "Yea, life's a bitch…" He mumbled something to himself that 2D didn't quite catch. He couldn't help but smile at the still aroused man standing in the middle of his room. What made it even funnier was that he looked confused about something.

"Wot're ya lookin' for Muds?" 2D stood, finding it hard to do so comfortably with his erection. "Uuh… Me clothes… I can't remembah wot I did wif 'em… Actually… I can't remembah takin' 'em off eithah…"

"Uh… Well… Ya didn't… They jus' sorta uh… Disappeared…" Murdoc rolled his eyes over to 2D. "They wot?"

"They, ya know, disappeared. I fought ya knew." 2D sounded nervous again and it was getting to Murdoc. Did he really think he was going to get angry at him for having trouble explaining something that wasn't explainable? Now that Murdoc thought about it, he had gotten angry at Stu for just that over a dozen times. Well, not so much his inability to explain it as just that cute stuttering thing he did when he got nervous.

Now back to his clothing problem… It sort of did make sense that when he didn't want his clothes that they would disappear. After all, his clothing wasn't actually made of physical materials. He thought of himself wearing his usual grey sweater and jeans, finding it an odd sensation as they shifted onto his body. 2D sat on the bed and blinked… Well he was a ghost… Another thought crossed Murdoc's mind, Satan help him if he ever thought of himself wearing something ridiculous, of course, then again, 2D was the only one that could see him.

"Love, I suggest ewe get dressed b'for 'm forced ta do something about tha'." Murdoc said turning around and looking at 2D's still standing erection. 2D blushed and looked away from him. "It's your fault." He stuttered.

"Actually it's yers fer lookin' the way ya do." There that phrase was again, what did he mean by it? 2D's train of thought was interrupted by Murdoc standing over him. He looked up at him, still blushing.

"Ewe bettah eat." Murdoc kissed him and disappeared back into 2D's empty head. 2D's stomach growled loudly. Last night he hadn't felt like eating anything and Murdoc hadn't either so their body had never eaten anything and thus where their stomach was felt like a huge pot hole. Stu pulled himself to his feet and got dressed, the whole time he couldn't help but smile. Murdoc loved him! There still was a vague chance that it was a lie, yes. But if 2D didn't have a little faith in something this whole thing was going to get fucked up before it even had a chance to take off. He hummed happily to himself as he left his room and headed up to the kitchen.

Russle and Noodle were enjoying their large stacks of pancakes when 2D arrived in the room. Noodle had to do a double take at 2D's face. He was smiling, smiling so happily his face was practically glowing! "Morning 2D-kun." She smiled to him, happy that something was obviously going right in the singers life.

"Morn'in Noods. Morn'in Russ." He saw the huge pile of pancakes sitting on the counter and took it back to the table. He picked up the jug of syrup sitting by Russle's plate and dumped it on his stack before picking up his knife and fork.

"Uh, hey, D, you seem happy about something this morning." Russle was happy too that something had the singer off his recent bout of depression. "Did you and Murdoc actually make peace yesterday?" Russle, truth be told, hadn't believed for a moment that the two actually had talked through their problems. Perhaps he should start giving the bassist a bit more credit.

"Yea, 'e sorta surprised me last night. 'E--" 2D was cut off by a cough coming from the reflective surface that was the hanging lamp above their head. Russle looked up. "Do you have something you'd like to add Muds?" The image glared down at him. "No? Then keep your mouth shut." Russle returned his attention to the man that was now wolfing down his pancakes. He smiled at him, everything was, at least for the moment, perfect.

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Mnn… truth be told I didn't really know how to end this chapter and no its not the end of the story, that would just be lame. There's plenty more to come. I hope you liked it :D!! Comments always loved!