Hell no.
Oh hell no.
Its bad enough that he has to deal with his feelings for the vocalist of the band, but it's a Motherfucking epidemic if he has to do it without any alcohol.
Mother.
Fucking.
Epidemic.
"Who in da name of sweet Satan, stole my bloody BOOZE!" Murdoc screamed to the abode, each and every inhabitant of the house, stopping what they were doing, and looking for the screaming beast otherwise known as Murdoc.
Murdoc was going to knock the fuck out of whoever had drank his Moonshine. Cut them the hell open and throw their internal organs askew.
"Oh Mudzy~*" a terribly familiar singsong voice echoed from behind him, and he turned, and nearly.
There was 2D, sashaying around in his boxers and socks, a spent bottle of moonshine dangling from his index finger as a obviously drunken grin creaked across his features. The brunette took in this delightful sight, his black and salmon pink eyes taking in each and every nook, cranny, dip, bump, and scratch on his body. He thought is was absolutely beautiful. He wanted mark him, show everyone that Stuart Tusspot (2D's real name) was his, and his only. He wanted to love him to the break of dawn, and have him love his very Touch, Taste, and Kiss.* (Whoo!)
Murdoc must be Nicki Minaj, cuz right now, 2D has that Superbass.
But instead, he cocked his fist back, in that same robotic motion, and came forward, 2D flinching.
If you haven't figured out by now, the blunders wasn't drunk. Not even tipsy. He was just desperate. Desperate enough to think that if he stripped down, pretended to get drunk, and waltzed around the building like he'd suck for a buck, Murdoc might take advantage of him, thinking that he was drunk enough to not remember a thing when he awoke.
So.
Fucking
Desperate.
He braced for impact as the fist came hurling at him. 'Any second, he'll touch me,' the words rattled around in his brain.
Yet he felt nothing.
He opened his obsidian eyes slowly, to see that the limb had stopped short of his nose.
"Murdoc?"
The empty jug was snatched from his hands.
"Juss go, ya fockin dullard."
"But-"
"Just focking go." the words repeated themselves as he flanked from the room, leaving a confused 2D to himself.
He need to clear his head.
He moved to the elevator, and pressed the button leading to the sixteenth floor. He exited at the roof that reluctantly overlooked the pool, removed his socks, stood on the stone railing, and hurled himself off, Assassins Creed style.
He tucked into a few flips, before straightening into a dive, his body catching the final rays of sunset in the most captivating if ways.
Unbeknownst to him, Murdoc had Peered from the window of the dusty old study, and witnesses the entire event. At first he had felt fear, for he thought that his love was committing suicide, then awe.
Nothing but pure awe.
He needed to see it again. And again. And again.
He rushed from the study, and up to the sixteenth floor overlook, where he just missed the boy jump again. He stripped to his white briefs.
"If I can jomp," he whoever to the wind. "Den I'm good enuff for 'D." he looked to the pool below, watching his love float on his back without a care in the world. He bit his bottom lip, and took the condemning step forward.
For a few seconds there was nothing but a rush. A rush of pure adrenaline, that only a sport like this could provide. It went from-"What the fuck did I just do," to- "That was FUCKING AWESOME."
He met with the water, 2D scrambling in surprise. Murdoc resurfaced, gasping for air like he'd just been asphyxiated.
"Oh," 2D felt his heart hit his stomach, and his stomach hit the floor. "I Suppose you want da pool to ya self den?" he swam in the direction of the submerged stairs, jerked back when Murdoc grasped his wrists.
"Wait." "I got sumtin ta tell ya." his voice was low, almost a pitiful growl. 2D blinked and made a face, blushing as the brunette's hand slid from his thin wrist, and into his hand.
"I honestly don even have da slightest focking idea how ta tell ya this," their lips inched closer and closer to each other, breathing the same air, feeling the same life.
"No matta how many times, i hit or yell at ya, I never meant it." "None of it for dat matta!"
Hands gripped even tighter, as hearts began to bet tenfold.
"And Stu, I just want ya ta know, dat I luv ya."
The words that slipped out so smoothly, felt like a thousand years for the blue-haired vocalist. A thousand years of love, joy and happiness. Pure happiness. Their lips met. The kiss was short and chaste, but that was all they needed.
Murdoc thought that 2D's little snores were adorable.
A-fucking-doreable.
Not like a drunk Russells snores. It's like he's trying to call the motherfucking jungle up to this bitch.
He ran his hand across the skin on his exposed shoulder, smiling as his love wiggled and curled into his lover, his head in the crux of his neck.
He sighed happily, laid a small kiss on the side of his neck, laid back down beside him, as 2D muttered his name in his sleep.
TBC.
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