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"Where are you going?"

Murdoc glanced at him, almost tripping as he pulled on his trousers. "I've got an interview in half an hour. Some radio station called yesterday."

2D grinned at him, then frowned. "Why didn't they ask me to come with you?"

The bassist shrugged. "How should I know. We've had separate interviews before. I won't be long."

2D slumped back down in bed. "Kay."

Murdoc rolled his eyes. "When I come back I expect you to be out of my fucking bed. Bye."

He leaned forward, giving the singer a quick kiss, and shut the Winnebago door behind him. 2D pulled the blankets over his head, dozing off a while more. After about an hour, he decided he wasn't tired anymore and grabbed a cigarette. It struck him that Murdoc was probably doing his radio interview right now. Had he said it was live? Whatever, he might as well try. He switched on the radio, giving an annoyed huff when he couldn't find the right station. Finally, Murdoc's familiar drawling voice sounded.

"Haven't I answered this question enough already?"

The host laughed. "Yes, you've got a point. But Murdoc, there have been rumours going around you know," he then stated mysteriously.

"Rumours? Like what?" Murdoc's voice was a tad quieter than before.

"Well, I'm only repeating what I've been told of course. But I've heard that this whole relationship between you and 2D is fake. Multiple sources have been telling me this."

It stayed quiet for a very long time.

"So? Is this true?" the host then asked.

"Well.." Murdoc began, and 2D heard he was grinning. "Maybe. He just doesn't know it yet."

The singer's jaw dropped. His cigarette forgotten, he grabbed the radio and put it on his lap.

"Wow, Murdoc! Would you care to explain?" The host was evidently also rather shocked.

"See, I lost a bet. To a mate. He told me to pretend to be in love with the dullard for two months. Turns out 2D's a complete queer. Almost burst into tears the moment I asked him to date me," the bassist continued.

2D felt himself shake, his face rapidly turning a dark shade of red.

"Really? I would have thought that with all these public, sincere-looking shows of affection ensured the fact that you weren't faking. You must be a really good actor."

"That I am."

"Aren't you worried the poor bloke is going to find out? I mean, you are announcing it rather publicly on live radio.."

"He doesn't keep up with the news. And even if he does hear it, it's not that bad. Means I can get out of the bet earlier, doesn't it," the bassist grinned.

"And don't you feel just the tiniest bit guilty at deceiving the lad like this? He's going to be heartbroken when he founds out, I'm sure. Who knows how it'll effect the band?" the host asked curiously.

"Nah, the kid'll forget about it within a few days. There's not much in his head for him to feel things like that. Everything just passes him by, really," Murdoc replied quietly.

"And what about your other band members? Do they know about this?"

A pause. "No."

"You really don't feel any remorse?" the host tried again.

"'Course not. It's just Stu-Pot. And he'll realise that I'd never be serious with him. Like I would ever date 2D," the bassist chuckled.

"Well, it looks like the old Murdoc we know is back then! Never up to any good, are you-"

2D turned the radio off. He stayed sitting up for a while, just staring off into space. Then he threw the thing across the room with all his might. He leaped up, pulling on his clothes and throwing the Winnebago door open. He ran to the nearest car, jumping inside and speeding off.

The singer didn't even know or care where he was going. He just kept driving, insides boiling with anger and hurt. A dozen questions ran through his mind.

Had Murdoc been planning this all along? Deceive him like this only to lie and humiliate him in public? Had he forgotten about the tape? Had Noodle or Russel heard the broadcast? What would they do once they found out Murdoc had practically ruined everything?

And most important of all, how could he do this..

2D shook his head, trying to ignore the intense pain he was feeling in his chest. He kept driving until he reached an empty field of grass, stopping the car abruptly. He stayed panting in his seat for a few minutes, hands clenching the steering wheel. The singer jumped as his phone started buzzing. He glanced at it, and immediately threw it out of the window.

After a few moments or reasoning, he got out and picked it up, still ignoring the call though. He went to lie in the grass, closing his eyes as his insides churned. He hated Murdoc. He fucking hated him. He had humiliated him in front thousands of listeners. He had lied to make himself look smart and clever. Not to mention how hurt the singer was about all the things Murdoc had said about him..

The sun was warm on his face as he started to relax a little, tossing his phone to the side to not feel the annoying constant vibration in his pocket. It was quite nice here, actually. He'd just close his eyes, he hadn't gotten much sleep and it was so quiet and lovely here..

2D looked down as his fingers were intertwined with his. They were walking down a long road. It felt as if he was walking under water, his legs moved agonizingly slow. He wondered briefly how they looked together.

"Why did you do it?" he then asked quietly.

The bassist looked at him, and stroked his hair. "Why did you do it?" he repeated softly.

2D frowned, stopping their slow pace. Murdoc tugged on his hand, trying to get him to walk again.

"You said all those awful things about me.. why?" 2D tried again.

"Why did you do it?" was Murdoc's reply again.

2D glared at him, crossing his arms. "Why did I do what?"

Murdoc just smirked at him, reaching out to touch his hair again. The scenery transformed, and they were suddenly in the Winnebago. 2D's legs were wrapped around Murdoc's waist as the latter thrusted into him.

"Fuck, Stuart," he growled, before biting into his shoulder.

2D let out a moan, digging his nails into Murdoc's hips.

"More," he managed to choke out. "Harder."

The bassist gave a sly smirk and started thrusting even harder and quickening the pace, leaving both him and 2D completely breathless and shaking.

The singer couldn't stop Murdoc's name escaping loudly from his lips multiple times. The older man only became more pleased with this and ran his tongue along 2D's neck, leaving several bite marks as he went.

"I love you," the bassist panted, pausing his thrusts for a moment.

2D looked up at him, moving his sweat coated hair from his eyes.

"I love you," Murdoc repeated, more quietly this time.

"I love you too," 2D whispered.

"What the fuck?!"

2D sat up rapidly, panting as he tried to make sense of his dream. He noticed his forehead was clammy with sweat, and he turned even redder than he was. It had gotten a whole lot colder, yet 2D was feeling so hot he felt like he was having a fever. And what the hell was that uncomfortable feeling down there...

His thoughts trailed off as he realised what situation he was in.

"No. NO," he muttered, adjusting his position to make it less uncomfortable.

He shouldn't be fucking tenting to a dream where he and that bastard fuck. He shouldn't.

"Go away!" he snapped at his crotch.

But then again, just because he was a horrible cunt didn't change the fact that 2D found him unbearably sexy.. But Murdoc didn't deserve to be found sexy. Not by 2D, as well. The bastard already thought too much of himself without the singer having wet dreams about him.

But then again, what he doesn't know..

"No! I am not going to fucking jerk off to that sod. Especially not fucking outside!" 2D snarled at himself.

He tried to focus on other things. Like, what did the first part of that dream even mean? It didn't make any sense. Was Murdoc just imitating him or was he actually asking him the same question? But if he was, what was he talking about?

Wow, he should just forget about it. It was a fucking dream, it was bullshit, it probably didn't mean anything. What he really should be worrying about now, was what time it was and how many calls he'd missed..

2D looked up at the sky. It was quite grey, he guessed it was near evening. He had been asleep for the whole afternoon.

He grabbed his phone, biting his lip. Yup, half past 5. And yup, 53 missed calls from Noodle, Russel and Murdoc. Well, he wasn't going to call that cocksucker back. He wasn't going to call any of them back.

Maybe he could just lie here forever, forget about everything else..

A raindrop on his nose pulled him back to reality, however, and he stood up with a sigh, sprinting into the car as rain started to pour down even heavier.

The singer started driving back reluctantly, wondering if Noodle and Russel had heard about the broadcast.. they probably had. He wondered how much shit they had given Murdoc for it. He wondered what was going to happen now..

Fuck, why did Murdoc always have to ruin everything? Things were going fine, they were having fun, and then he had to do something like this?

He should have listened to his mother all those years ago.

"Don't fool yourself into thinking you're as important to him as he is to you," 2D muttered to himself, sniffing as he drove on.