The pub near Murdoc's place didn't have the best looking of women. After about five drinks they all looked somewhat decent though, after about half an hour he finally picked one out. He'd noticed her looking at him sometimes, he finally went over to her, and just bluntly asked her if she wanted go to back to his place for a bit. She wasn't too bad; she had long red hair, pale skin, green eyes, far too much makeup, a tight white tank top, and black shorts. She dressed like most of the other birds in the area; he almost hated how easy it was to get her to his place. The drive there she kept biting at his neck and groping at his crotch. It went that way all the way up to the front door, but once they were inside, and the light was flicked on it went down hill from there.

"Wot the fuckin' hell is tat thing?" She asked pointing at the blue haired boy in disgust.

Stu turned his head to the side so he could stare at the woman and for some reason Murdoc tried to read his expression.

"That's Stu, he lives here." He said quickly as he tried to get the woman to calm down and stop talking the way that she was about the semi conscious boy.

"Wot's wit his eye, is he retarded or somethin'? Why's he keep starin' like tat, I don't like it, stop staring you little fuckin' freak show." She yelled at him hatefully.

Murdoc grabbed her arm tightly and jerked her backwards, the red head let out a distressed sound before glaring up at the Satanist who was still gripping to her tightly.

"His name is Stuart, he isn't a thing, and he isn't disgustin'. I'm sure as hell not gonna let some cheap broad like you come in here and talk ta him like that."

The woman looked offended as she tried to pull away, Murdoc released her in disgust.

"How dare you talk to me like tat, what you gotta crush on tat ugly little freak? Ya fuckin' him or somefink, I bet he don't understand shit we sayin' right now so why's it matter what I call it?"

His temper snapped and before he knew it he had the woman pinned back against a wall. She looked scared beyond words; he gripped tightly to her arms with his jagged nails digging into her too tanned skin.

"Listen you stupid tramp if ya say one more ting about him t'en I'm gonna hurt ya. Understand, now I want ya te hell outta my home and I better never see your worthless arse ever again."

She nodded slowly, too afraid to even try and speak; he released her and watched as she fled from the flat. Some part of him worried that she would call the police on him, but he didn't care. She had no right going in there and saying those things about Stuart, especially to his face.

Murdoc went over and kneeled in front of the younger man, Stu smiled that drugged up smile of his. The older man reached out and stroked his fingers through his long blue hair. He needed to cut it, it'd looked better spiked.

"Stupid broad, I'm sorry about tat mate, she don't know what she's talkin' about."

He noticed that look of affection and worship fill his mismatched eyes as the Satanist continued stroking his hair.

"You're actually really beautiful, y'know, fuckin' perfect….Ya don't understand anything though, don't know who I am, or how shit I feel about all this. You gotta life you're supposed to live; you've missed about a year of it now. Guess you'll be twenty soon, I'm so sorry about all of this."

He felt sad, he felt angry as he looked into his eyes. He didn't want to hit him this time though, he kind of regretted ever hitting him or burning him. Lately he'd think about kissing him and holding him, it was disgusting to think that way. Not because he hated the idea of homosexuality, that didn't bother him at all. It was the fact that he was a good bit older than him and the boy was barely there mentally. He felt guilty every time he looked at him too long or wondered what his skin would feel like…He needed to stop, but what would it hurt?

"They say if, no, when you come outta this you probably won't remember a thing…Won't remember me at all, so what harm would it do if I did kiss ya? You're so doped up and gone you probably wouldn't know I was doing it anyways."

Murdoc sighed heavily and closed his eyes as he leaned in closer to the younger man. He could feel his shallow warm breaths against his face; he hesitated for a second before pressing his lips to those of the other man's. He kissed him slowly, softly, there wasn't really a response just like he had expected. It only lasted a few seconds before he pulled back and looked down at the floor.

"I'm so fuckin' disgusting, kissing some kid who's barely there. Hope ya don't remember that and wanna kick the shit outta me."

He felt a hand on the side of his face and looked up, he couldn't even really describe the way Stu was looking at him, but he swore he was trying to talk. He actually felt scared for a moment; the last thing he needed was to kiss the zombie boy right when he'd wake up and remember it. He'd probably press charges, his mum would be pissed, but no real words came out. Murdoc took hold of his hand and held it against the side of his face; it took him a second to realize what he wanted.

"Really, there's no way….Nah I'm just fuckin' crazy, haven't had sex in so long I'm thinking you the zombie boy wants me." He said laughing to himself as he let go of the boy's hand and started to stand up.

Stu grabbed hold of his wrist in an attempt to keep him from leaving; he stared down at him, into his eyes so full of worship. He slowly got back down onto the floor and placed a hand on the back of the boy's head tangling his fingers in his hair. He kissed him again and was shocked when the younger man's lips just barely moved against his in a nearly failed attempt at kissing back. Again it only lasted a few seconds before Murdoc pulled away, this time it was more so because the action creeped him out. Some part of him was scared at the idea that this kid understood everything, every hit, every burn, every word spoken to him, and now this. It made him want to hate him, beat him, even strangle him, but he couldn't get himself to do any of those things.

He got up and went over to his bed without another word. He could still feel where the other boy's lips had been and the warmth that came with it, he wasn't supposed to have feelings sexual or other wise towards the zombie boy on his couch. He was just supposed to be there, a wall that he sometimes liked to abuse. Other than that he was just a decoration, Murdoc wasn't supposed to make out with the decoration.