I love her chapters. She gives me so much good crap to write about. Thanks Noodle! :D
Also I couldn't resist putting this song in here, for kicks 3
-Psyke
Chapter 8
Murdoc
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I've got no soul to sell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
Help me tear down my reason, help me it's your sex I can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
Two Weeks Later; June 20th
2D's scent was intoxicating as I leaned closer, sliding my hand seductively up his side, slowly, teasingly. I could smell his desire, almost taste his passion; I pulled my face closer to his body, nibbling his jugular gently, making him shudder and moan. I felt my pants get tighter at the sound, could feel the air around us thickening with the primal insticts that were running through us. I slid my hand down his chest, clawing gently, slipping my fingertips into his pants, teasing. He gasped, back arching, biting his lip. God, I almost couldn't take it. But I was used to this. I could make foreplay last for hours if I wanted to. I slid down, sliding my tongue across his pelvis, and he cried out a little bit. I moaned, unable to help it anymore.
Alphie's cries from the next room interrupted us, however.
Ten Days; June 30th
This time, 2D was taking his revenge. He'd cuffed me to the bed while I'd been sleeping deeply, waking me up by singing the beginning of Punk, right in my ear. His moans were enough to arouse me even before I fully woke up, and I tried pulling my hands away, but found I couldn't. For a second, this was too much like my nightmares for my comfort, until I saw 2D's face above me, smirking, his legs straddling my waist, hands on my chest. He licked his lips and I tugged at my restraints futilely, growling in irritation. Damn that skinny little sexy bastard and his torturous ideas. His expression had made it clear that he'd put these on me (I suspected they were handcuffs) and I was going to get him back for this, I swore it-
"Ooooh Satan," I moaned, as 2D's hand went all the way in my pants and gripped me, hard. My vision went blurry for a second, righting itself after 2D's hand released, his head lowering, his teeth unbuttoning my pants slowly, but expertly, like he'd done this before-
KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK.
"Alphie wants his mama!" Russel called, laughing. I rolled my eyes, my hips slumping.
August 30th
It had been two months since then, and sweet Satan, I wanted more. The funny thing was, me and 2D had never even kissed each other before, the night we'd gotten drunk notwithstanding. There was always a reason for us to have to stop; either Alphie needed me or 2D or both of us, or something in Kong went haywire, or some other damn reason. Truthfully, it pissed me off, but I'd never, EVER felt closer to the singer than I had these past few months. I didn't know what we were; if 2D loved me like I-er, yeah, that-or if we were friends with benefits, or what. It was confusing as hell, and honestly, I wanted to figure out soon, but I didn't push it. I wanted him to come to terms with it on his own, not force him to.
I found myself coming to care about him deeply (my way of saying the L word). I noticed everything about him; the way his blue hair fell over his shoulders, the way it shined in the light, his black, hollow eyes, that somehow held the world in them. The way he smiled at me, like I'd made him so happy he could die. I hadn't seen him sad in months; I hadn't heard him mention Noodle since then, either, though I knew, deep down, that he still loved her. He loved her the way I-er-cared for him. She held his entire world, and though he tried to shove it down, I knew it was still in there, somewhere, ready to break free.
That was my worst fear, at the moment. If he realized he still loved her, what would happen to me, to us? I wouldn't have him anymore, I was sure of that. I would be alone again. Alphie would have his mama, and it wouldn't be me, anymore. The thought tore me into pieces inside, the thought that I wouldn't have him forever, though that was exactly what I wanted.
I couldn't lose him. It would kill me.
September 23rd
2D's body was haunting me in my dreams. The one and only time we'd had sex was burned in my memory, replaying every night in my sleep, now added onto with memories more recent. I was so horny all the time, I wanted to tear his clothes off constantly, and he seemed to know it. He'd bend over ridiculously far over the stove when he was cooking, go shirtless more often than not, and nowadays he rarely zipped up his zipper. It was awful, it was torture, and I hated and loved every second of it. I wanted to kiss him so badly sometimes it hurt, but there was always a reason we couldn't.
I just couldn't wait till it was right.
October 31st
"Dawn of the Dead, 'ere we come!" 2D flopped down next to me, Alphie scooting around on the floor and playing with his various toys, most of which I'd gotten him-little monster stuffed animals, plastic spiders, the like (there weren't many children's stores I was welcome in). Right now, we were situated in my room in the body of Kong, sprawled out on my bed, watching horror movies in honor of our favorite American holiday-Halloween.
Over the past months, 2D had bought an old camera, one of the models where the pictures developed automatically. There were about fifty; various pictures of me, Stu, Alphie, Russ, and Del (who showed up in the pictures regardless of whether or not Russ was asleep, verifying that yes, Alphie did see ghosts). My personal favorite was hanging right above our heads, so I'd wake up every morning (on the rare occasions I slept in here) and see me and 2D, smiling, Alphie perched on my shoulders, 2D's arm thrown haphazardly around my neck. It was the happiest picture we had in here, and I lo-er, I really liked it.
2D snuggled into my shoulder, and I froze momentarily, then smiled, scooting closer and spooning him, head propped up on my hand, which was propped up by my arm. I slid my hand down 2D's chest, attempting to slid it into the hem of 2D's boxers, but his hand stopped me, surprisingly strong. He rolled over, still in my arms, and I raised an eyebrow.
"Muds...I don't want to be all about sex." My eyes widened. So he did care! But did that mean- Did that mean-
Were we...?
I sighed. 2D's eyes squinted at the corners, a worried expression. "2D, what are we, exactly?" I was almost scared to ask the question, but I had to. I couldn't just wonder anymore. I had to know.
"Murdoc," he said, and my heart shrank a little, since the nickname was gone, "I care about yew. I do. I just...I'm not sure if yew care about me the same way." My heart broke, and my eyes started watering. I turned my head so he wouldn't see, but he pulled my chin towards him, and a tear escaped while he was watching. Upon seeing my pain, his eyes filled and spilled over, little waterfalls that dripped constantly. I wiped the droplets away quickly, pulling him into my arms and holding him tightly, never wanting to let go. I stroked his hair.
"I care about you too, Stu," I said, my voice rough. He snuggled deeper into my shoulder and feel asleep that way, the moment depressing but somehow perfect, at the same time.
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November 2nd (Two days later)
"I lo- Stu, I lov- Gah, this is impossible," I grumbled, kicking my dresser with my Cuban heels. I stalked over to the mirror, glaring at myself in the reflection. Just say it, coward, I taunted myself, making myself angry, three little words, just three, just SAY IT-
A knock at my door startled me out of my rage, and I stalked to the door, opening it and smiling instantly. It was Stu. We was wearing a bright crimson shirt, orange scarf, ripped skinny jeans, and Converse-and damn, he looked great. I glanced around, searching-nope. No Alphie in sight. 2D seemed kind of awkward, like he was rethinking why he'd come here. I tensed up, remembering the last time this had happened, ages ago. The night he didn't remember. "Mudsy," he said, fiddling with his scarf, "I wanted ta ask yew if-um, if I could, uh... Come inside?"
I stepped aside instantly, not caring whether or not he came in. He should know that by now. He seemed distracted, nervous, like he was about to deliver some bad news.
I pushed that thought out of my mind.
The silence was so oppressive. I took this opportunity to observe 2D openly; his shoulders were tense, stressed, his hands crossed in his lap. His head hung low, the bones in his spine prominent. Worry washed over me, through me. I didn't want him to be hurt.
"Um, the welfare people, they've been pesterin' me," he finally said, sinking into a chair. "Alphie doesn't have an official name, and he needs two parents to go and sign the paper, otherwise- otherwise-" 2D burst into tears, and I sank to my knees in front of him, taking his hands, waiting for him to look into my eyes. Once he did, he seemed to gather enough strength to finish what he'd been saying. "Otherwise they'll take him away from us."
No. Sweet Satan no. I leapt up immediately. "I won't let that happen. There's gotta be something we can do!"
"He needs two parents on the list, Murdoc, and Noodle's gone-"
"What if I signed as his parent?" I interrupted, and his head shot up. "I'll do it, Stu, I'll take the responsibility. I'll be Alphie's dad, or mum, or whatever, I just can't lose him-" I stopped my tirade, flinching. I couldn't believe I'd revealed so much of myself. I'd never opened up to anyone before, not even Stu. I sank into a chair. "I can't lose him, Stu, and I can't lose you. It would kill me." A tear I hadn't noticed dripped onto my leg, and I wiped the rest away before Stu could see. He stood, and I looked at him. Stu crossed the room in two strides, staring at me seriously, leaning down to look at me, about a foot away.
"Yew can't back out of this, Murdoc," he said, his voice deep. "If yew sign this paper, yew're Alphie's parent, as well as Noodle. Yew'll have to take care of him. Yew'll have to feed him, clothe him, house him. Are yew absolutely sure about this?"
I didn't even hesitate. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life. You guys mean everything to me." I saw the joy in 2D's deep eyes, and his smile...it melted my heart. I couldn't take it anymore.
I kissed him. Finally, I kissed him, and we weren't drunk, and we wouldn't get interrupted. He gasped in surprise, then sank into my kiss, sank onto my lap, straddling me. I put my hands on his skinny hips, moving my mouth in sync with his, his hands weaving through my hair, sending a cold chill through me. Everything in this moment was perfect. I pulled his hips closer, sliding one hand up to cup his face, tilting his head and smirking against his lips. He tasted like cinnamon; cinnamon and bleach and cigarettes. The smell that I couldn't sleep without, couldn't live without, suddenly translated into taste, taste that was bursting across my tongue like fireworks.
Stu's warm hand slid under my shirt, and I shuddered, my pants getting tighter. I picked him up, moving him to the bed and sliding between his legs, on top of him, untying his scarf and pulling his arms up, like I was about to get rid of his shirt. Instead, I took his wrists and tied them to the bedframe, tightly, but not tight enough as to hurt him. I slid down his body slowly, planting warm, slow kisses down his abdomen, undoing his pants with my teeth and sliding my hand in his boxers, gripping him just as hard as he'd gripped me. He moaned in pleasure-
Somehow the scarf came undone-
Rolling, kissing. Clothes came off and were thrown across the room, kisses were exchanged, and everything escalated-
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Oh god. I'm so evil for ending this here. But I just can't resist.
Take it away, Noods!
-Psyke