A/N: A very kind user pointed out to me that while they loved this story, my writing gets a little repetitive. And this isn't a complaint at all, because I COMPLETELY agree, and was worried that my writing was too repetitive even before they commented on it. So I'm letting everyone know now: This chapter is also just complete smut, and it barely differs from what you read before. The next chapter will be shorter, and might not have any smut in it. This is so I can work on the story-element, and then get to MORE smut. But different smut. But still smut. So yes, this chapter's similar to the last, but there's a reason for everything, and you'll see why later if you keep with the story. Thank you for reading!
It was two weeks before Murdoc snapped and kissed him again.
It was late at night, and the band had just finished watching one of 2D's awful zombie flicks. Murdoc had come in halfway through, drink in hand. The singer was walking down the hall afterwards when the other caught up to him.
"Eh, faceache..." the bassist purred. 2D shivered. He knew that tone.
Turning, the blue-haired man blinked at the other. "Yeah, Muds?" he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Didja, uh, didja like the movie?"
Murdoc glanced over his shoulder before stepping in. "Yeah, I guess ya could say that. But I was a bit distracted..." he trailed off. 2D bit his lower lip; Murdoc was already just inches away, and he could see those mismatched eyes looking him over. There wasn't any subtlety in his movements.
He squeaked. "I-I'm sorry, maybe next time we can watch one'a yers! I hope it wasn't too boring..." 2D said. He stepped back an inch and hit the wall, suddenly feeling very trapped. This wasn't safe, Noodle or Russell could walk by any second, and Murdoc had an obvious look to him.
"Mm, it was boring, dullard. I'm still bored, actually." he muttered, moving a hand next to 2D's head against the wall. 2D could hazily see him getting closer, and he shook his head.
"Murdoc, we're right in the hall!"
"So? Entertain me." he asked, lips hovering over the other's. The singer could smell the alcohol on his breath, and it didn't surprise him. He didn't seem very drunk, though, just a bit tipsy. It wasn't an excuse.
"Wot if Noodle or Russ walks by?"
"They won't, dullard."
2D put his hands on Murdoc's shoulders and gave a half-hearted shove. "I-It's not safe, we can't do this again! Wot're you even finkin-"
A loud noise rang in his ears when Murdoc slammed his other hand against the wall, each on either side of 2D's head. "- I miss you." he said quietly, and 2D wasn't sure exactly what he meant, but there was an undeniable heat in his scratchy voice.
Before 2D got another word in, the satanist crashed his lips against his in a rough kiss, claiming him in a moment. The singer made a muffled sound but couldn't resist to close his eyes for a second when his whole body warmed up, kissing back shortly before shoving at the other's chest again. Murdoc moved back this time, but he was grinning. He licked his lips.
"I... Uh... Let's, uhm, at least talk this over. Somewhere... else. Awright?" he whispered quickly, catching his breath. The bassist let out a pleased purr and grabbed his wrist, setting down the hall at a run. 2D stumbled after him, half-coherent protests leaving his lips as they went.
Murdoc opened the door to 2D's bedroom and shoved him in once they reached it, closing and locking it behind them in a second. He backed up as Murdoc approached him with a predatory grin. "N-Now, Muds, let's talk about this. I-I dun fink it's good if this becomes a, uh, habit... Yew 'n I, I mean..."
The bassist growled. He had been craving having that body twisting under him again every night since they had been together. At first he ignored it, it was just a passing thing, but it wouldn't go away. There he was, every day, so pale and thin and perfect, in his face and just out of reach. Murdoc knew that he wanted 2D now. And he ALWAYS got what he wanted.
"Did I ask for your opinion?"
"W-Well, no, but-"
"-Then shut up!" he snapped, reaching for the other. He grabbed 2D by the collar of his shirt and yanked him forward so they were face-to-face. The satanist's face softened suddenly, his demeanor completely changing. He lifted a hand to touch the side of the singer's face, softly, and the younger one sighed. "I'm not bein' mean, 'D. I really did miss ya."
The singer frowned and there was a silent pause. He was confused as to why Murdoc was being so nice. "Y-You're jus' sayin' that." he muttered, looking away. Murdoc saw this and snarled, grabbing his chin roughly and forcing the other to look at him.
"No, I'm not. Don't ignore me." the older man said, moving in. 2D let out a soft breath and seemed to swoon a bit at the underlying purr in his voice. Murdoc grinned at this. "See? Yer already melting and I haven't even touched ya."
2D wished that he could deny it, but it was the truth. He couldn't run away from it, the tension between the two, especially when it was staring right at him through Murdoc's opposite eyes. He couldn't push Murdoc away when the satanist's lips descended onto his once again, the hand on his chin sliding deep into his hair to pull him close. A needy moan escaped the singer and he parted his lips for Murdoc's questing tongue. The kiss deepened and the older of them nipped at the other's lower lip, sucking at it until 2D whimpered, then slipping his tongue past the other's lips and brushing against his. The singer fisted a hand in the man's shirt and made a muffled sound.
Murdoc assaulted 2D's mouth, stealing his breath, kissing him with a crushing force. His knees buckled when they parted, but Murdoc held him up by his upper arms until he got his balance. The bassist chuckled. "Y'alright there?" he teased. The singer pouted, expression slipping when the other nuzzled his shoulder, kissing a trail up his neck and biting at his earlobe.
"Aah...are you sure 'bout this? I mean, I... I fink it seems like a one-time fing, y'know?" he said breathily, letting his head fall back to expose more skin to the other. "Y-You's gonna regret it."
"Mmm, no I'm not."
"But Muds-"
"-Shaddup!" he snapped again, enforcing his words with a sharp bite to 2D's neck. The singer mewled. His neck was sensitive, Murdoc knew this now, and he was abusing his knowledge of him. When he was about to say something again, the bassist bit again at the fluttering pulse of his neck, purring at the whine that left the other's lips. "I won't let you say no to me."
It sounded more like a plea then a threat, but the singer knew it just the same. He sighed, trying to gather his wits, but it was hard with Murdoc biting his neck and nuzzling into his shoulder, feeling his breath ghost over his skin. "I... I missed you too." the blue-haired man said quietly. Lifting a hand, he ran thin fingers through the other's hair, showing his answer. Murdoc seemed a little shocked, but it was quickly masked with a mischievious grin that made 2D's knees weak.
The bassist yanked him closer by his beltloops and a low chuckle. "I know ya did." he muttered, beginning to press kisses down 2D's jawline. "I've seen ya lookin' at me."
The singer blushed profusely and closed his eyes, feeling embarrassed. But that means Murdoc had been looking, too... a little spark of glee ran through him and he giggled, allowing his head to be turned, smiling into the kiss Murdoc leant in for. He was rougher then 2D remembered, but it was a thrilling change, and he allowed Murdoc to bite at his lower lip with pointed teeth, his whimper covered by a moan when he pushed closer.
He pushed at the man's shoulders to take a step back, moving them closer to the bed. He complied without breaking the kiss, kicking away a few bottles and a broken ashtray. Murdoc ran the tip of his tongue agains the seam of 2D's lips, which parted without question and deepened the kiss. The younger man fell when the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed, but he was expecting it. He gasped for breath when Murdoc pulled back up, standing over him. "Look at you. Fuckin' pretty." Murdoc whispered in a scratchy voice. 2D looked up at him and smiled nervously, watching as Murdoc sank a little lower, resting his knees on the mattress, hovering over him. "Do I scare ye?"
2D blinked, and had to think about it for a moment. Looking up at his friend, he took a breath. Yes, Murdoc did scare him, but it was... well, whatever it was, it wasn't bad, but it was scary. He nodded slowly, and the bassist grinned. "Mmm, good. But it's not good fer now. I want you t'trust me." he drawled, leaning down to whisper the words against 2D's lips. "Or relax, at least."
"I dunno if I can." he admitted.
Pausing to think, Murdoc got an idea. "Ya wanna smoke, then?" he said in a low voice, stealing 2D's breath away. "I got some good stuff. Yew got a bowl, right?"
The way he said it, 2D didn't think he could say no if he tried. And it would put him at ease, and make the whole situation a lot less... personal? Was that the word? No, it wasn't, but it would give him an excuse to get carried away, give him an excuse to let something happen a second time without the responsiblity for whatever happens... After thinking about it, he nodded and grinned. "Yeah, I got a bunch'a pipes 'n stuff!" the singer said brightly, scooting back to the other side of the bed. Murdoc watched with interest when he reached between the crack of the wall and mattress, pulling up a large, translucent pink bong with a black decal near the top. "Do, uh, d'you wanna use my bong? Her name is Mandy!"
He rolled his discoloured eyes, but a smile was on his lips. "Sure, why not?" he said, crawling onto the bed and taking a small, wrapped-up baggie out of his back pocket. He began unwrapping the layers as 2D unblocked the slide of the bong, and he sniffed the air. The potent smell of the weed began to fill the room and 2D grinned.
"I can smell that from here!"
"Yeah, I know, right? Got it off of some bloke down at the pub. Gave me a good price, too." the bassist muttered, lifting the bag once the herb was unwrapped and sniffing it. He let 2D smell it before gesturing for the other to hand him the bong after he had made sure there was enough water in it. 2D obeyed eagerly and handed Mandy over. He packed some of it in and gave the bong to the singer, letting him take the first hit. Already, things seemed a bit more normal, and 2D felt less awkward. More like friends, less like... lovers? No, that wasn't the right word.
It was weird, though, knowing that he was going to have sex with Murdoc, and having time to mull it over in his head before it actually happened. The air was thick with tension already, and the sound of the bubbling water seemed deafening in the room when he bent his neck and lit the bong. The bassist had reached over to the radio next to 2D's bed and turned it on, cranking up the volume on some hard rock station. He moved his head to the music, but the singer knew that it was so no one else would hear them. Murdoc still had that look in his eye.
When 2D's lungs couldn't take any more, he quickly shoved Mandy over to his friend, who grabbed it with happiness. He put his lips to the black ring at the top and took a large hit, eyes going wide at how much smoke it was. The singer laughed and breathed out at the same time, the white cloud billowing from his lips between laughs. He took the bong back and covered the top so the smoke wouldn't escape. "Isn't she wonderful?"
Murdoc nodded, keeping the hit in for a minute before letting it drift out slowly from semi-parted lips. 2D watched in earnest, trying not to admit that it was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. The bassist felt the others eyes on him and looked up, meeting his gaze as he finished the hit. 2D blushed and looked away when it got too intense, distracting himself by moving the bong to his lips and lighting it. He was more used to Mandy then the satanist, and knew the amount of smoke it could produce, so he took another big hit before passing it to Murdoc again.
The last hit was quick for Murdoc, clearing the bowl of it and giving it to 2D to put away. He let it out quickly and looked over at his singer, who was still keeping in smoke from his last toke. Murdoc leaned in and let his lips hover over the other, making his intent clear. The singer smiled and pressed his lips against Murdoc's, parting them and exhaling into his mouth. He took the smoke easily, pulling back a little after all the smoke was gone, enjoying the glazed look the younger man had from the kiss.
"Yew alright, there?" he said, breathing the smoke back into 2D's face. He blushed and laughed quietly.
"Mm, yeah. Mandy kicks my arse, I only need a hit or two and I'm gone." he said and laughed again, smiling. Murdoc chuckled and pressed a light kiss to the singer's forehead. The thin man's breath caught in his throat.
"But I don' want ya gone. I want ya right here..." he teased. A chill ran down 2D's spine and he looked up at him.
"My head's a bit gone, but m'here wif ya! Dun worry, Muds."
The bassist grinned, and it took 2D a second to notice that the man's hand was on his knee, slowly sliding up his outer thigh. He thought to push it off but decided not to. The touch made his breath hitch, and he realized how a few short hits made everything a little easier, a little more familiar, and he was reminded of the last time they were together. Images flashed through his head that made him bite his lip and look away. Murdoc seemed to read his mind and let out a playful growl into his ear. "Thinkin' a sumthin, Dents?"
"Wot? I... uh... N-No, nuffink really..."
His hand crept up a little further, and the younger one let out a soft noise. "Yew lyin' to me?" Murdoc purred, emphasizing his words with a nip to the singer's earlobe, crawling a little closer. He leaned into the touch, letting his eyes fall shut for a moment. "I think yer thinkin' of me. Thinkin' of last time. Of all the things I did to ya..." he trailed off against the skin of 2D's neck, moving his other hand to ghost down the man's side, resting on a sharp hip. "... Of all the things I'm gonna do to ye this time..."
2D gasped, looking up at the man. "W-Wot?"
"I know ya too well. Don't try to hide from me." Murdoc whispered, pushing the other flat down onto his back on the bed. The singer made a move to sit up, but Murdoc was ontop of him quickly, laying between his legs. 2D let out a heavy breath and tried not to moan when his friend pressed against him.
"M-Murdoc... is... is this gonna be a reoccuring fing?" he asked quietly, shivering when he felt Murdoc's cold fingers pushing the hem of his shirt up slowly. He was worried, not sure if he would be able to do this on a regular basis. They weren't more then friends and he himself was content with that, and wasn't positive that Murdoc was anymore.
The bassist frowned at the question, nipping at 2D's bottom lip to silence him. "Mm, does it matter? Don't think about it. Jus' do wot you feel. Like I do." the man muttered, relishing the gasp that his action elicted. It wasn't good when the younger man started thinking, he started doubting his actions, and Murdoc refused to let the vocalist get away after 2 weeks of wanting him. When he ghosted his lips down to 2D's neck, a breathy giggle gave him more confidence in himself. The boy could say what he wanted, but neither believed his words.
Closing his eyes, he arched his throat for Murdoc, long fingers twining in the bassist's dark hair when he felt those razor-sharp teeth barely graze against his skin. It made his heart beat faster and his spine tingle. The singer tried paying attention to his best mate's words, but he had already forgotten what they were talking about in the first place, and was a bit confused. And more then a little high. Instead he opened his eyes and blinked, then fixed his gaze up at his friend, who seemed to read him easily.
"Did ye already forget what we were sayin', you idiot?" he said with a throaty chuckle. 2D didn't respond except for a sheepish grin and a shrug, which was a yes. "Thass'alright, luv. It wasn't anythin' important."
2D nodded, craning his neck up to capture Murdoc's lips, deciding that the temptation was too much to resist. The satanist seemed pleased with this and pressed back into the kiss, quickly taking control and attacking his mouth. The singer made a muffled moan, biting down gently at Murdoc's lip. The older man ran the tip of his long tongue against the seam of his lips insistently, demanding entrance. He was granted it with a soft noise, arching up against him when their tongues met. Murdoc growled and grabbed 2D's chin, keeping his head still and dominating the kiss.
After a moment, the singer tried to break the kiss for air, but Murdoc wouldn't let him, only moving back when he pushed at Murdoc's chest with a whimper. He pulled back to let the other breathe, enjoying the way 2D panted afterward. "That's fucking hot." he said, quickly leaning down and pressing his lips to 2D's neck, finding his pulse and nipping at the fragile skin.
He bent his neck back for the man, blushing at the tone. He wanted to talk, say something back, tell Murdoc how he was making him feel, but he didn't know what to say. The satanist began sucking, working the skin between his teeth and beginning to create a purple hickey. 2D moaned, running thin fingers through Murdoc's hair, encouraging him to bite down.
"Aah! Murdoc!" the blue-haired singer cried out, wrapping his arms around the other's shoulders. He growled into 2D's neck, a primal sound, and sucked harder, wanting to leave his mark. One that would last longer then the others he gave him last time, which Murdoc had watched disappear and fade over the past few days. He fisted his hands in the fabric of the back of his friend's shirt, breathing shallow and uneven. Another high-pitched sound left his lips when Murdoc started to soothe the area with his tongue before pulling back, licking his lips with a devilish smirk. There was a passionate look in his eyes that made 2D's body warm, and he squirmed under Murdoc.
Cold hands started pushing the hem of his t-shirt up, and 2D let him, feeling overheated. He arched to let Murdoc push the fabric up his torso, tugging it along and off his arms and throwing the shirt to the side. The bassist's mismatched orbs roamed hungrily over the other's form. He licked his lips, causing the blue-haired man to blush. Splaying a palm over his chest, he scratched his nails down the white skin, watching with fascination at the red lines that appeared in it's wake then watching them evaporate. 2D hissed but didn't resist it, biting his lower lip. The pain was sharp, but bearable, and when Murdoc repeated the motion with more force, a broken moan left the singer's parted lips. "Never pegged you as a masochist, pet." he purred, pleased, allowing his hand to ghost over the singer's crotch, feeling the heat coming from his groin.
"Wot? I-I'm not!" he protested, a bit too quickly to be convincing. Murdoc just laughed and leaned back down to hover his lips over the mark he had just made on his neck, loving the way his friend tensed beneath him.
"Are ya sure about that, 'Dents?" the man whispered, pushing at the bruising skin with the tip of his tongue. 2D whimpered under his breath and grabbed onto Murdoc, moaning when he bit back down where he had before, harder this time. He latched down, sharp teeth driving into his skin, sucking roughly. The keyboardist cried out, arching back, waves of heat crashing through him when he felt those teeth sink into his neck. A warm hand cupped his groin, squeezing him through his jeans, feeling his hardening length. 2D's legs tensed. He bit harder, squeezing again when he did before pulling back. "Cuz this says otherwise."
The singer shook, hips twitching up against Murdoc's hand. "N-Nnngh! N-No... that's just..."
"Just what, exactly?" Murdoc breathed against his collarbone, ghosting his lips lower with a trail of kisses. 2D let out a ragged gasp when he felt those lips press a chaste kiss over one of his nipples. He was looking up at him expectantly, waiting for the singer's answer.
He was going to say something, but was cut off when his friend kissed his nipple again, lingering longer then before. 2D's face flushed quickly and he glanced away. Murdoc scoffed under his breath, moving back to capture the pink nub between his lips, sucking softly. The singer emitted a whine and bit his lower lip, embarassed. Murdoc looked positively evil when he pulled up, and the other man had to look to the side.
"Stop lookin' away. I only want yer eyes on me." the bassist said, voice like sandpaper over silk in 2D's ears. He took a deep breath and focused his gaze on the other, watching Murdoc as he snuck his fingers up to his belt buckle. He held his breath when the leather and metal clicked apart, lifting his hips to held Murdoc tug the studded belt from the loops. He tossed the accessory to the floor before going to unbutton 2D's pants, slowly.
The singer panted, hating when Murdoc suddenly slowed things down. It drove the tension higher, made his head swim, and made him want to scream at the other for tormenting him so. "Murdoc!" he whispered hurriedly, in an urging voice once he felt his friend's hand slip under his jeans.
He made an amused sound and rubbed his palm against him, one less layer blocking skin from skin. Murdoc leaned down to press his lips to another spot on the singer's sharp collarbone. "Yeah?" he muttered against the ridge of bone, speaking between soft kisses up to his shoulder. "Ye want something?"
2D let out a frustrated noise. Murdoc couldn't talk, he had to shut up, it wasn't fair... The sound of his voice was getting to be too much. "Sh-shaddup, I want you to shaddup, Muds..." he growled, hips pushing up against his friend's touch. His hand was rough, gripping him and massaging his clothed erection in a dominating, almost painful way over his boxers. The singer moaned, reaching up and grabbing at Murdoc.
"Sorry, luv. Not gonna happen. Yer too much fun to tease." the man purred.
2D's brows creased and he pouted, sliding thin hands under Murdoc's shirt to creep up his back, only to scratch lightly down the knobs of his spine. "You're not nice." was all he managed to say between gasps drawn by his friend's hand.
He laughed in a devilish way and pressed a chaste kiss to the singer's forehead, moving to the side of his face, down his jaw. "Never said I was. Ya know I ain't. I'm an outright evil bastard." A shiver wracked 2D's body and he squirmed a little, crying out in almost-anger when the other stopped rubbing him, sliding his hand from the confines of the other's pants. The satanist laughed again and shushed him. "Calm down, I jus' wanna take these off." he muttered, curling his fingers into 2D's pockets to gesture to his pants.
The younger man nodded and lifted his hips to make it easier, letting Murdoc tug them off his legs and throw them to the side. They could both hear the jiggle of his new pills in one of his back pockets. Murdoc frowned, but didn't say anything.
He was quickly distracted when 2D's hand slid to cup the side of his face, pulling the older man back on top of him and bringing him down into a kiss. Murdoc immediately took over, biting and sucking at 2D's reddened lips and coaxing them apart, invading his mouth, letting his tongue make dirty insinuations of what was to come. A sort of needy noise came muffled from the singer's throat, trying to press closer.
Murdoc seemed to read his mind (once again), and ground his hips down against him. 2D moaned shakily. He slid his hands down to Murdoc's backside and grabbed it, jerking the bassist towards him in a surprising show of confidence, pushing their clothed erections against eachother. The older man broke the kiss first this time, gasping under his breath and looking down at him with want. The singer gave a smile that made something seize up in Murdoc's chest, but he quickly ignored it.
2D bit his lower lip and tensed again. The friction was driving him crazy, and the rough denim of Murdoc's jeans was just a bit painful on him through the thin material of his boxers. He hissed but didn't care, rutting up against the satanist, who seemed very pleased at this. He let out a groan into 2D's ear, causing him to shiver.
He was losing his patience. The singer was under him, squirming and grinding and driving him plain crazy, almost completely naked, and it made Murdoc ponder over how easily the young man could be swayed. Not that he was complaining. He pulled back and sat up, and 2D whined. Murdoc gave him a knowing look, making the singer blush. He reached to grab the hem of his blue boxers on each side, slowly dragging them down the other's bony hips. His legs shook when the waistband of the fabric was mid-thigh. When the garment was at his knees, 2D made an odd noise and arched his back. "Murdoc." he said simply, but the other understood.
His underwear was lost to the room in a fraction of a second, and Murdoc didn't have time to look at 2D fully before he was pulled into a kiss. Lips parted and tongues collided immediately, the bassist sliding a hand down to spread over the younger one's stomach, inching lower as they kissed. An anxious moan left him, trying to encourage the other. He got what he wanted when a hand curled around the base of his member, making him produce a passionate noise that Murdoc drank up like his favourite liquor.
The singer's thin hands scrambled to find the button to Murdoc's jeans when he started stroking, and he hummed against 2D's lips. His hands were positively shaking as the button was undone, pulling the zipper down in one motion. He wondered if it was bad that he could correctly guess what underwear his friend was wearing, but then again, it was Murdoc. He probably wasn't the only one. He tugged the jeans just low enough on the bassist's hips, feeling nervous with Murdoc watching like a wolf on it's prey. Slipping a bony hand into the leopard-print thong, he grasped the man's cock with a heavy breath. Murdoc moaned and sped up his own hand on 2D's length, dragging the pad of his thumb across the tip. The singer broke the kiss to gasp. He moved to press impatient, anxious kisses down the satanist's neck, teeth nipping sharply every once in awhile, whenever his friend's hand tightened or twisted around his erection. He mumbled something incoherent against Murdoc's skin, but his tone was high and pleading, and Murdoc understood.
"Shh, I know, I know." he whispered, retracting his hand from the other to grab his hip, pulling him closer and nudging between his legs. With his other hand, Murdoc reached into his front pocket and took out a small tube that 2D vaguely recognized. He blushed, moving his hands to fist into the sheets when Murdoc lifted his hips, dragging him into a rather undignified position. The vocalist realized that Murdoc had planned this, but couldn't bring himself to care, although he felt a bit stupid for playing right into Murdoc's hands. The hands that were moving lower on him now, pushing his legs farther apart and raking his nails down 2D's inner thighs. The singer let out a sharp cry and reached to grab the other's shoulders. He just chuckled with a devilish grin.
He didn't know when Murdoc opened the lube, but apparently he did, because 2D soon felt a slick finger at his entrance. He arched with a soft moan when his friend applied pressure, telling himself to relax. Their eyes met when the digit breached him, sliding inside the singer. Murdoc purred again when he didn't fight the intrusion. He moved the finger in and out of him slowly, listening to 2D's breath become shallow and uneven when he upped the pace. "Good boy." the bassist muttered, into his ear, biting at the lobe and sucking softly. The man below him cried out and leaned into it, nuzzling against him and breathing in his scent.
2D lifted a thin hand to run through Murdoc's hair, tugging his head over to steal a quick, passionate kiss. It only lasted a few seconds, but he felt the heat in it, bringing the tip of a second finger to the other's entrance. 2D gasped and kissed him again, grabbing the sides of his face and keeping the other in the kiss. Murdoc didn't complain, kissing back with fevor as he began to slide the other finger into him. The blue-haired man made a high-pitched sound against Murdoc's mouth, feeling a little uncomfortable, but quickly getting over it. The satanist began to thrust his fingers again, faster then before, and the singer had to will himself to break the kiss for air. "Muds!" he breathed, voice thick with lust. Murdoc just grinned and began to scissor his fingers inside of him, feeding off of the sounds that he drew from the singer. Soon he was squirming beneath Murdoc, craning his neck to bite and suck at the other's throat, trying to give the bassist at least a few marks as heavy as he had.
The man crooked his fingers, and 2D bit down hard, supressing a loud noise that wavered over the volume of the music. The satanist hissed at it, but didn't discourage him. "Can you take another now?" he asked, voice raspy and low. 2D nodded and moved against his fingers with a moan to show it, trying to concentrate on staying relaxed when another invasive digit began to push in. It wasn't as unusual as he remembered, just a little strange, and Murdoc now had three fingers inside of him, and was moving to a regular pace again. He was usually so numb, but he could feel Murdoc now... His fingers were searching inside him, curling ever-so-slightly and pushing up. 2D bucked suddenly after a few prods, and Murdoc gave a vicious smirk, knowing when he found the other's prostate.
"Haah! Ah!"
The black-haired man groaned at the sound, burying his face in 2D's neck with sharp teeth as he rubbed the spot of nerves inside him, grinding his hardness into the singer's leg. He whined, pressing his body against the other's, tilting his head back for him. The bassist felt thin hands back on the hem of his pants, tugging them down just a bit more. He moaned something that sounded like Murdoc's name and his patience snapped. He withdrew his fingers from him, which brought forth a gasp and shaky legs.
"Sorry, luv." Murdoc whispered, "Want you now."
2D smiled with a breathless giggle, nodding. There was a tight knot in his chest, and he was anxious, but he couldn't help but believe the other. He let Murdoc push one of his legs up and scoot forward, the closeness spreading heat up his spine. They both gasped when the tip of his cock touched against his slick entrance. Purring as he began to press the head in, he swallowed 2D's noises with his lips. He kept a grip on the younger man's left thigh, moving his knee closer to his chest. 2D winced but tried to distract himself with kissing Murdoc. Soft, pained whimpers still broke through as Murdoc began to slide the rest of his length in.
He didn't give the thin man time to get used to it until he was buried halfway inside. They broke the kiss for air, and 2D threw his head back and cried out. His brow was drawn up as he bit his lower lip, hard, trying to repress the broken noises that escaped him at every inch Murdoc sank in. It hurt more then he recalled, but the sensation was intense, and it lit his nerves on fire. Murdoc froze above the singer now, though his effort was showing through. "F-Fuck."
The satanist held his 2D's leg further up, pushing his knee to his shoulder. His breath hitched, feeling exposed, and he screwed his eyes shut in an attempt to force himself to relax. "Aaahh... No, don't stop yet, just... just do it." he said. Murdoc gave a short nod and grunted, beginning again, and 2D wrapped his arms around his mate's shoulders, holding on for dear life.
Murdoc looked at how the other was struggling, and decided to try to distract him. He lowered his mouth to his singer's thin chest, pressing chaste kisses to each hard nub in turn. The gasps that the kisses drew forth were delectable, and the satanist grinned against his skin. He brought one of the nipples between his lips and sucked, laving it with his tongue in small circular swipes. An embarrassed moan ran from the singer's open mouth, wishing he wasn't so sensitive to such an action. This time, when Murdoc pushed in another inch, 2D mewled and relaxed around him, and he took the opportunity to fully sheath himself inside. The man below him faltered between unsteady, light breaths.
"There we are, pet." Murdoc crooned, moving his head from the vocalist's chest to look down at him. He gave him another moment to adjust. "Bloody perfect."
2D squeaked when his friend pulled out a bit, and his hands flew to find something to grab onto. One fisted in the sheets, while the other curled through his friend's dark strands. When Murdoc thrust back in, a short yelp slipped from him. He repeated the motion with his own low moan, mismatched eyes rolling up briefly. He had missed this. Missed him. Missed the erotic sounds that spilled from his singer's lips like an easy tune, the way he tightened around him whenever Murdoc spoke into his ear, and the way his hollow eyes looked when he was gazing up at him like he was a fucking God, just like they were doing right now. It had only been two weeks, and he felt like he was dying throughout it all.
He wondered if 2D had felt the same.
Another shallow thrust. The blue-haired man gasped, arching, and he vaguely realized that Murdoc was still wearing his pants. He couldn't bring himself to care. 2D was seeming to get used to it, and the shocks of pain up his spine were quickly turning to heat. He tugged at his friend's hair.
The satanist let out a throaty purr and decided to thrust a little deeper into him this time. He inhaled sharply. Murdoc felt his thighs tense. It was an interesting reaction, and he moved to see it again. The keyboardist twitched and let out a whine, feeling his friend's cock thrust deeper inside him. "Oh... Oh!" he cried out in a small voice. His fingers trembled against the other's skull. He saw stars behind his eyes when the band leader began to set a slow pace, shaking him with every thrust. The hand holding 2D's leg up squeezed a bit painfully, and he knew he would have bruises, although he didn't mind. The sensations were too distracting. Murdoc leaned to whisper into 2D's ear when he felt the other begin to relax, stretching to accept him.
"Nnn, fuck." he muttered, biting and nibbling at the shell of the other's ear. "Yew alright? It's, uh... g-gonna be hard for me to hold back."
The singer moaned softly and looked up at him. "Don't hold back, then. I don't want ya to." 2D breathed, letting his hand fall from the bassist's hair to cup the back of his neck. A pleased noise left him and he brought his hips forward again, rocking 2D into the pillows. Electricity coursed through him and he hooked the leg Murdoc wasn't holding around his waist. "Aah! Murdo- Ooh!"
A chuckle left his lips at the pretty sound. He let go of his singer's thigh to allow him to wrap it around his waist like his other leg. The position was less painful and 2D sighed, locking his ankles behind Murdoc's back. He thrust again, shifting inside him, making the blue-haired man tremble when his nerves were struck. Realizing that he had found 2D's spot, he kept the angle with slow, even thrusts, quickly having him writhing in his arms, panting and gasping and clutching onto Murdoc.
He pressed a series of sharp bites and nips down the thin one's neck, forcing himself to adhere to an even pace. An incoherent muttering of his name was the response. "2D, look at yerself." the man whispered. The singer's face flushed bright red, and Murdoc found another weakness that he marked away for later exploitation.
His thrusts were teasing, not hard or fast enough to satisfy, but the angle was more then enough to have him squirming. The singer was getting frustrated, using his legs to pull Murdoc in and push against each movement, but he wasn't getting the message. Or didn't want to.
"C'mon, c'mon, Muds, no." he moaned, and his nails scratched down Murdoc's spine.
The satanist hissed, throwing his aggression into attacking the other's neck. "Ya want something?" he growled against the skin, hands tightening on 2D's waist. "Yer gonna have to learn how to ask."
2D whined and dug his nails into him, leaving bright red crescents in Murdoc's back. "I-I..." he faltered, biting his lower lip. He arched his neck for the man, exposing more skin to his abusive onslaught. "...Harder. I want it harder."
"Mm? What was that?"
"Harder, Muds!" he cried out in frustration, quickly shocked at how loud he was. Murdoc cackled and seized his hips, pulling the singer down onto his cock with a strong force. 2D cried out again and threw his head back, clinging onto his friend, contact for the sake of contact as they moved.
Murdoc growled, sucking and biting at his bandmate's neck and collarbone, leaving dark marks on the already-wrecked flesh. "Is that good? Ya want it like that?" came the insinuating purr. The vocalist made a mewling sound and shuddered. The strength behind the new thrusts overwhelmed him, gasping every time he pulled back. He couldn't answer him, 2D was too distracted by the man's length deep inside, the man's face staring right back down at his unblinkingly, all creating a pressure in his abdomen that made him want to scream.
The thin man's voice was wavering over the volume of the radio, now, and he reached a hand over to it and shakily slid the volume knob up to drown himself out to anyone outside. Murdoc could still hear him though, so he wasn't complaining. The singer was tight around him, impossibly hot, and he began to buck against every thrust, causing Murdoc to moan. "Oh God, oh God, oh God..." 2D chanted, over and over through breathy cries.
His vision swam when Murdoc hit his prostate dead-on, a high-pitched yelp leaving his lips that made the other laugh. When the sound was repeated, the bassist leaned down to capture 2D's mouth to silence it. He pulled back quickly though, satisfied with the dazed look that he had given his friend. Ghosting a hand over the thin man's ribs, he moved down to rest over the arch of his hip. The singer shivered.
Finding that the singer grew louder when Murdoc moved faster, he sped up his thrusts a little bit, driving into him with a rough force. 2D was shaking, feeling like his spine melted through the mattress that he was being pounded into. When the pace sped up, 2D cried out, his cock hard up against his chest.
"Murdoc! Fuck! I... I... Aaah! Aaah!"
Murdoc groaned and buried his face into the other's neck. He couldn't get enough of that damn voice, that girly sort of waver he had to it. "Yeah, 'D?" he grunted, breathy. "You dirty thing, you love it, don'tcha? Can ya feel me? Can feel me in there?"
The words shocked him more then they should have, and his face heated up. Murdoc, with a rather firm jerk of his hips, thrust deeper into him, and knocked 2D back into the pillows. A passionate, lost 'yes' was his answer, spilled from parted, gasping lips. The knot in his abdomen tightened, and his body temperature spiked up. 2D was going to lose it soon, he just knew.
A hand wrapped around his cock, and the vocalist arched. "Oh! Oh, Muds, no, not yet, please not yet, m'too close, I can't-"
"-Am I gonna make yew cum? Gonna cum soon?"
The scratchy, low voice made him keen and lift his upper body up against Murdoc's, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. His inner walls tightened around the other, and Murdoc moaned, sinking furrther into him. He started pumping 2D's prick in time with his thrusts. "AH! Mmhn... Ooh, yes, just like- I-I want- Mmm! Mmm!"
He felt as though he was on fire, his legs shaking, drawn up against Murdoc's sides. The muscles of his abdomen twitched, breathing shallow and fast as the satanist drove into him. He felt a tidalwave of heat wash over him, and knew what was next. Murdoc saw this and began whispering obscene things into his ear, stroking him for all he was worth. The older man was close, too, and wanted to make him come first.
"Fuck, Murdoc, I'm-"
"I know, luv. Do it. Do it for me."
Murdoc sank his teeth into 2D's neck to enforce his words(and muffle a few of his own sounds), and that was all he needed.
2D made a series of broken, wanton noises and hit his peak, nails carving angry red lines into Murdoc's bare back as he arched. Every muscle in his body tensed as he spilled himself over the other's fingers and cried out his name. His orgasm was drawn out by the continued thrusts, overwhelming his senses.
Luckily the older man followed him quickly, thrusts becoming quick and uneven shortly. Murdoc pulled back from biting 2D's neck and swore loudly when he felt the end hit, grabbing 2D's hips and holding him in place. He came inside of him with a smirk and a groan, feeling the boy freeze under him. He knew that 2D wasn't expecting it, and although amusing, he hoped the dullard wasn't too angry.
With a heavy breath, Murdoc let go of the other's hips and slowly slid out. 2D made an odd sort of whine when he did and cringed. He could feel the other's release inside of him, the thought of it made his heart skip. It was uncomfortable now, though, and he looked up at Murdoc with half-lidded eyes.
Murdoc felt something when their gaze met, and he smiled at the singer. "Sorry 'bout that, 'D." he muttered, collasping back onto the bed next to him. The singer turned to face him, and Murdoc couldn't resist the urge to pull him closer, wrapping an arm around him.
2D shivered, but didn't resist, his body still feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm. He frowned. "I... Iss'awright, Muds. Jus' wish ya coulda warned me." he said finally, voice still weak. He knew that the other coming inside of him wasn't bad, really, but the thought made his cheeks flush even more. It seemed a bit too personal, too intimate for them. Murdoc probably didn't have any hangups like that, though. 2D pushed it to the back of his mind.
They stayed in silence for awhile, but it wasn't the usual silence between them that always made 2D feel awkward. It was comforting, and he didn't protest when Murdoc pulled closer to him. They were just friends, he kept reminding himself, even as he moved his head to rest on the other's shoulder. The bassist grinned at this and began stroking his hair. He pressed a kiss to 2D's forehead, a surprisingly endearing action that confused the other, but he didn't say anything. He'd rather not get Murdoc angry right now.
The man seemed far from anger, though, seeming perfectly content to snuggling with 2D. It was weird for the singer. Last time, he had only stayed with Murdoc for a little while afterwards, sneaking out of the winnebago after he had woken up and found Murdoc asleep. But they were both awake, cuddled together on 2D's bed, still enjoying the post-orgasmic high that was settling in them. 2D was fine to sit there for a little bit, but he wondered how he was going to get Murdoc out for the night without making him mad or making things awkward.
Apparently, Murdoc had been watching 2D while he was thinking, and spoke up. "Ya think too much, dullard. Jus' stay here and stop thinking. Enjoy the moment."
2D pouted. "I-I know, Muds, m'sorry. This is just... I mean, wif yew an' me..."
"Is just wot? Is nothin'. We're friends, we're bandmates, an' now I guess we shag sometimes." he said simply, as if it was the most normal, understandable thing in the world. It infuriated 2D, how easily Murdoc could pass things off, but he held his tongue. Murdoc sat up, pulling 2D with him, and continued. "An' now, we're gonna take a shower."
"W-Wot?" he asked, but Murdoc was already dragging him out of his own bed, stark-naked. 2D stumbled to catch his balance, wincing when a shock of pain ran up his spine. He was very sore. Murdoc laughed when he saw this and kept pulling him across the room.
"We're gonna take a shower. Are you deaf?"
The man headed into the bathroom connected to the bedroom and flicked on the light. 2D watched from the threshold with anticipation and anxiety. He felt a bit silly, standing in the room completely naked, but Murdoc turned on the shower jets and kicked off his own pants, quelling a bit of his insecurity. He looked over his shoulder at 2D expectantly.
"W-We're gonna take a shower... together?" he squeaked. Murdoc rolled his eyes.
"2D, I've known ya for a few years now. We've been in this band for a good while, too. And I've seen every goddamn inch of yer twiggy little body, twice now, so you have NOTHING to hide. Get yer ass in the shower." he said with a smile.
The blue-haired singer thought for a moment. The bassist was correct in his words, so he followed him into the bathroom, and let Murdoc help him into the shower.
'Just friends', 2D told himself again, as Murdoc's arms encircled him under the streams of water.
They were just friends, but friends were allowed to have their secrets, right?