A/N: OHGOD YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA. We have so much planned for this story, it's crazy. WE'RE ALREADY PLANNING A SEQUEL. DEARGOD.
-Psyke
Chapter Ten
Murdoc
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Well, every moment spent with you
Is a moment I treasure
I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
My hand was shaking.
My hand couldn't be shaking.
But I was just too damn happy to care. I was, for all intents and purposes, going to be Alphie's dad-er, mom-or whatever. Either way, I was going to be there for him, always, and that was exactly what I had wanted. What I had always wanted, for the last six months.
"Mr. Niccals," the desk clerk said, looking up and raising an eyebrow, "and Mr. Pot." I nearly leaped out of my seat, extending a hand to Stu and helping him up. I felt the tremors racing through his hands and knew, he was just as excited as I was, maybe even more so. The thought filled me up so much I thought I'd float away and never come back down, never be any less happy than I was right here, right now, with 2D. "Please report to the back room to sign your papers."
We passed the front desk, turning left at the far end of the hallway, into a room that had a big, stocky man, who was red and pasty with sweat, panting from the heat. Frankly, I was disgusted-not for the fact that he was overweight, but because of the fact that he seemed to wallow in it, relish it even. He loved the sweat, he loved the smell. I tried not to curl my nose. He took a deep, shaky, raspy breath and gestured to the papers.
"We just sign it?" I said, "And that's it?" He looked up at me for the first time, his eyes widening, taking in Stu and I. I sighed, rolled my eyes, and looked straight at him. "Okay look, we're together. Get over it."
"Yehjustsignem," he garbled out, flushing a deep red color.
I'd never been happier to autograph anything in my life.
(*)(*)(*)
"Are you sure about this, Murdoc?"
"Yes, Stu, I'm sure, I'm sure," I said, repetitively, as if I could convince myself of it. "Just put the damn thing on me already!"
"You don't have to wear it if you don't want to, Muds," he said, pouting. I knew how much it would injure him emotionally if I didn't wear it, but... I'd never gone this far with somebody before. I wanted Stu to know how special he was... "We could pick a different one out..."
"Nonono, if you like this one we'll get it," I said, nervously, just wanting to get out of the store. We were getting so many strange looks; not that I cared about what people thought of me, but I was pretty sure Stu was sensitive about it. I was pretty sure he had been since his eyes had gotten fractured (which had been my fault, the damn little voice in my head reminded me. I told it to shut up and fuck itself). "Only problem is," I said, holding one up, "the DAMN spelling is always off."
"Does it not suite your grammatical tastes, Mudsy?" He smirked at me, standing and looking down at me-those four inches he had on me was an advantage he was forever going to flaunt. He undid the clasp on the silver chain, looping it around my neck and leaning back, observing, rubbing the stubble on his chin. (Hey, we'd been too busy lately to do such trivial things as shaving. If you catch my drift.) I shifted from foot to foot, nervously, wishing we were alone in the store; for more than one reason. Reason number one was, I didn't want to have to punch anybody in the face today. Reason number two was, in all honesty, I was horny. Again. For like. The fifth time today.
"'Murdoc' doesn't have a K in it," I complained, shifting through the racks and racks of jewelry, every single Murdoc being spelled wrong. M-U-R-D-O-C isn't that hard to spell, but every single one of them was spelled M-U-R-D-O-C-K-
"I found one, Muds!" 2D shrieked, in such excitement I had to smile, if it was only a small one. We were still getting looks from people passing by, and I started flicking my tongue out rapidly at them to make them go away, smirking and showing off all of my green-teethed glory. They scurried away like the rodents they were, some dragging their children and reporting me to the security guards. I made sure to look as innocent as possible whenever they glanced my way. Like I'd said, I didn't want to punch anyone in the face today. It was just too happy.
I smiled at Stu; a real smile, not a demonic smirk I'd been giving the strangers. "It's perfect, Stu," I said, warmly, grabbing his hand and pulling him up. I looked deep into his eyes, smiling. I had originally planned on kissing him, on pulling him close and making it passionate, but I found myself grabbing his face, stroking his soft skin, still smiling. Stu blushed and opened his mouth slightly, in amazement. I couldn't stop staring at his eyes, his beautiful eyes that I loved so much-
My heart nearly stopped. I'd said it. I'd finally said it, even if it was just in my head. I smiled a little bigger and gave Stu a quick peck on the lips, grabbing the necklaces and strutting with them to the counter, slapping them down enthusiastically. The cashier looked from me, to Stu, and back again, scanning the necklaces without a word, but I knew what she was thinking. I looked at her seriously, almost daring her to say something. She didn't, and I took the small victory for what it was, ripping off the tags and putting on my necklace, the one that had "Stuart" written in elaborate design.
(*)(*)(*)
I closed the door behind me, nudging it absentmindedly with my foot, hearing the click as the locks kicked in. "So, Stu," I said, looking at him devilishly, "what do you want to do, besides me?" I giggled at my own joke.
If Stu could have rolled his eyes, I'm sure he would have, at that point. Instead he just smiled back at me, happy, the gaps between his teeth the cutest thing I'd ever seen. "Actually, you're the only thing I wanna do right now," he said, and I strode toward him, grabbing the beltloops in his pants and pulling him closer, biting my lip. His breath hitched.
"Funny," I said, "but coincidentally, the only thing I wanna do right now is you." I had made sure my voice was deeper than usual, growling in a way that made Stu's pants get hotter. I slipped my hand slowly in, scraping my nails lightly against his skin, making goosebumps rise up on his flesh. I undid his pants with my other hand, giving myself maneuvering room, before I grabbed him and pulled, gently, making his eyes go unfocused, his body gravitate toward mine, almost as if he did it unconsciously. He licked his lips and leaned down, tried to kiss me, but I didn't let him. I turned my head to the side, smirking, but-
Oh Satan. He got me back good. Instead of kissing my lips, he latched onto my neck, sucking gently and making heat rush through my body, starting from the point his mouth touched. He kissed his way up my neck, slow, soft...It was arousing, to say the least. He stopped at my earlobe, breathing in, shakily, murmuring in a deep gravelly voice that sent pangs of desire to my groin. "You know you want me," he said, and I moaned in answer. I felt his lips stretch into a smile, felt him nibble my earlobe, before I felt his hands on my body, making my eyesight go blurry, indistinct. I pushed my hips against his in a desperate attempt to be closer, to feel him, but he pulled away, backing up to the bed, sprawling out and letting me see him. I walked over, draping my legs over his abdomen, pressing my hips into his, making him tilt his head back in ecstasy, his eyelids fluttering, his back arching against me.
I sat back, not able to take it anymore, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down his legs expertly, taking his shoes off at the same time, taking advantage of the fact that he always laced them so they'd slide on and off easily. I caressed his skinny legs, slipping my hand under the leg of his boxers and stroking, teasing, pulling his boxers down.
Apparently 2D had had enough, as he rolled me over and kissed me, fiercely, making the backs of my eyelids dance with stars. He reached behind my neck, pulling my hair, and I growled, gripping his face and turning it to the side, biting into his shoulder-drawing blood, but not enough to hurt too badly. The copper taste of blood poured into my mouth, coating it, and he moaned in pain, relaxing and giving me the advantage I needed to roll him over. So far he hadn't tried to take my clothes off of me yet, and frankly, I was disappointed.
I grabbed his wrist and guided it up under my shirt, trying to send him the message, and he finally got it, his eyes lighting up with a fire I recognized; my shirt and pants were off in seconds, my boxers flying across the room so fast they were a blur. 2D rolled my over, on top of me again, and for a while we were just a tangle of limbs, breathing, and wet, sloppy kisses, each of us slowly getting more aroused until we felt like we couldn't take it anymore, and I rolled Stu over-
He gasped, back arching in pain. I didn't move for a while, letting him get accustomed to it-I could tell he hadn't done this before, though admittedly, I had, but I'd never been on the receiving end. He relaxed, eventually, and I started moving, his moans increasingly growing louder-
Stu's breathing kept hitching, pushing me to grab his hips, urging me to go faster. I loved him with every fiber of my being; I just wished I could say it out loud, wished I could make both of us that happy. His sweat slicked my fingers, his body heat my paradise. I felt myself go over the edge, and I clung to him desperately, kissing the back of his neck as he cried out, feeling me pull away and turning him over, kissing him on the lips and reveling in the feeling of love that permeated my chest. Love. Just four letters, but such a hard word for me to say, even now, when I was so close to opening my mouth and letting the words breathe. I found that I couldn't do it, not yet. It wasn't right. I put my head against Stu's shoulder, still on top of him, just breathing him in, feeling so complete, so right.
"Murdoc?" Stu gasped, and I looked up, smiling sloppily. "Murdoc, what's wrong?" His hand caressed my face, sending shivers, sparks, pure heat and fireworks through my entire body. I leaned into his hand and grabbed it, keeping it there, the unfamiliar touch urging me on, urging me to say the words that I'd never said out loud before. But the motivation of a loving touch wasn't enough, not yet.
"Nothing's wrong, Stu," I said, meaning my words. "Everything's so right, I can't believe it sometimes."
"What do you mean?"
"I have a family, for the first time. I have you. That's enough for me, that's all I need. How can I not be happy?"
"What's so special about me?"
Oh sweet Satan. Where did I even start? "You're beautiful," I said, picking up a lock of his hair. "Everything about you; your hair, your eyes, your smile, your skin... The way you look at me, but you don't just see the outside. Sometimes it's like you can see straight through me, like I can't hide anything from you, and that scares me, but-but at the same time, I... I want you to always be around. I feel like without you I won't be anything, like you help me be the best person I can be. You make me stronger than I've ever been before. I've never really...cared about anybody before this. I've never-"
Stu pulled my face closer, kissing me, his face wet with sweat and tears, rolling us over, on top of me now. He looked me dead in the eyes, and my heartbeat stuttered; he was so beautiful it hurt. "So tell me," I said, twirling a lock of hair around my finger, "what makes you want to be around an old sodder like me?" I was almost scared to hear his answer but at the same time, I had to know.
He thought for a moment, then said the words that would stay with me the rest of my life. "Because around me, your true colors show. When I'm with you, I feel like nothing could ever hurt me. In the beginning, the only person I ever cared about was Noodle. She was the mother of my child, and I didn't know what I would ever do without her. She was my angel, always looking after me, but now...you're even more than that. You're everything that she was, and more. Murdoc, you're the one that I want to stay with me. I wouldn't ask for anyone else, other than you. She was my angel, but now I have a demon, and I wouldn't ask for it to be any other way."
I laughed, happier than I'd ever been, still looking up at him, his hair still tangled in my fingers. "Stu, I-"
A tear hit my chest, and I looked into his eyes, seeing them watering. I was immediately concerned, forgetting what I was about to say. "What's wrong, babe?" I asked, grabbing his shoulders gently, feeling them shake. "You can tell me anything," I whispered, and he put his head into my shoulder, nestling there and crying.
"I still wonder why she left, sometimes," he said in my ear. "If it was by choice or if she was taken, and if I should have looked for her."
"Hey," I said, tilting his chin up and making him look at me, "there was nothing you could have done, Stu. It'll be ok, I promise."
He nodded, smiling, resting his head back down on my chest.
A/N: I feel like this was the shortest chapter ever, but it took me forever to write. I hope I made you all squeal.
-Psyke