AN: New chapter! There was a review asking how Murdoc went from thinking he was like his father to raping 2D. Well, he really didn't visualize himself as his father so much as he viewed 2D as himself. When the flashback happened, he remembered how unloved he felt, and how much he wanted the endless beatings to stop. So, in a way, he didn't want 2D to feel like that anymore.
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"Eh….." Murdoc said groggily. He couldn't remember what happened earlier that day. By the feeling of a warm body in his arms, he concluded that he had a fun night with some lucky woman. But, as he became more alert, he suddenly realized that he wasn't in his Winnebago, and that wasn't a woman he was holding down.

"Bloody 'ell!", he yelled, scrambling to his feet. He tried to figure out what to do with 2D, and, more importantly, why they were both naked on the floor while Murdoc was embracing him? Rounding up his and 2D's clothes, he quickly got dressed. He decided that taking the blue-haired man to his room would seem too odd to anyone that might see him. No, he couldn't do that. What to do……?

The shower! He grabbed 2D, threw him in the shower, and turned it on. All he needed to do was go back for the clothes and……

"It's coming up! It's coming up! It's coming up! It's THERE!"

Shit! Murdoc quickly got the clothes and threw them in a little pile next to the shower. He heard heavy footsteps coming toward the Toilets. Nimbly, he ran into one of the stalls just as the door was opening. The large drummer, known as Russel, sighed at the sleeping figure in the shower.

"Aw naw", Murdoc heard the African-American say. "Poor D. He must 'a fallen asleep in the shower." With that, he scooped up the zombie-like creature and carried him off to his room.

Murdoc smirked at the simplicity of his plan. It had been so easy to fool Russel. "The lard", he cackled, stepping out of the stall.

Making his way down the stairs so as to not alert anyone of his coming, Murdoc pondered what had happened earlier that morning. He remembered Russel telling him he was going to the mall with Noodle, and not to cause 2D too much harm. Then he recalled chasing 2D because or Cortez, followed by the memory. After that….. nothing.

I'll have to ask Dullard when he wakes up. But I think I have an idea of what it could be. He finally reached the bottom of the stairs and peeked out into the car park. Russel was just stepping into the lift as the doors closed behind him. When Murdoc was sure the drummer was gone, he ran strait to his Winnebago.

He kept a close eye on 2D's door, just waiting to ask the question that raced trough his mind. It was five pm right now, and he knew he would have to stay up through the night. Suddenly, a wave of drowsiness hit him. Hard.

"Fuck", he said in a harsh, sleepy voice. Nothing stopped the wave of lethargy that suddenly swept over him, and he closed his eyes as his head lolled forward and around to fight a losing battle against sleep. He kept this up for a surprisingly long time, as he fell asleep at 12:51.

As he dreamt, he remembered what had happened between him and the blue haired angel earlier that day. It seemed to Murdoc that the memory was being played in slow motion , prolonging the pain… and the pleasure. He wanted this…. This god to love him. Love him as no one else could or would. Though. At the same time, his common sense screamed to him that this wasn't right as it slowly faded away in his drunk stupor and orgasmic state of his dream.

The bassist woke with a start, mystery of yesterday's activities solved.

"Tha' is the biggest fuckin' load of bullshit I 'ave ever 'eared." But he knew it wasn't. He knew it was the truth, and his doing, at that.

Easing himself out of his chair, he stared at the clock. Almost ten. He walked out of his 'bago and shuffled to 2D's door. A lump was forming in his throat at the thought of confronting 2D about the problem. What if he didn't answer? What if he scorned Murdoc? No, he wouldn't do that. He had to let him talk.

With a great amount of hesitation, Murdoc knocked lightly on the door.

"Who's dere?" he heard a voice ask. He felt his throat close up at the sound of 2D's beautiful, high pitched voice.

The door opened a crack, and Murdoc could see the black hole of an eye peek at him.

"No…" 2D whispered as he tried to close the door. Murdoc thought fast and put a hand out to stop it as he pushed himself in and locked the door.

"Listen Face Ache, I want yeh to tell me exactly what 'appened yesterday."

2D was in hysterics now, wailing about being sorry and he'd never do it again, as he thought of all the things Murdoc could do to him. One thin stood out from the others.

He looked up nervously at Murdoc and studied his face. As usual, it was hard to figure out exactly what he was feeling, but when you lived in the same house with the same person for so many years, you learn to identify and learn their habits. 2D saw anger (of course), inpatients, curiosity, and…. A new emotion 2D didn't know what to make of. Fear. Must be fear. He looked at his shoes and started twittling with his thumbs. What should I say…?

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally started talking. Words poured out of his mouth while his eyes watered at the memories plating in his head. When he got to the par of Murdoc looking at him funny, the tears poured freely. The words seemed to have a negative effect on Murdoc, too. He was fidgeting and his skin grew clammy. He had hoped that he wouldn't be hearing these words; hoped that this ebony-eyed man in front of him would confirm that he had just had a horrible nightmare from getting too drunk last night. Yet, he knew that deep down inside him, he liked this idea. He knew that his eyes occasionally wandered to the singer, but only dismissed it as curiosity.

When 2D finished his tale, Murdoc's legs buckled beneath him and he toppled to the floor, holding his head in his hands. 2D was unaware of this, though, as he was wrapped in the fetal position, sobbing. He fell unconscious from lack of oxygen about five minutes later.

Within that time, Murdoc dwelled on his past actions and how he was going to deal with them in the future…

AN:OMG, you have no idea how sorry I am about everything! It sucks! smacks self in head Gah! And the writer's block was UNBEARABLE! sigh Plus I've been drawing and writing original stories lately. You're welcome to flame me about my punctuality. It's… I… I'm SO freakin' sorry! And thank you gae-tah for getting me off my sorry butt to write this chappie! . Yo made me so happy! (and guilty) Ahem... if you must see the status of my stories, look at my profile page! You are welcome to throw things at me now... -.-'