WARNING: This is the graphic/bad chapter with physical/sexual abuse. Skip it if you want, the narrative arc will still make sense!
Murdoc was sulking and stroking his bass early in the morning when he heard the front door open. He leaned out the door frame to look down the steps to see 2D putting out a cigarette in an ashtray and taking off his jacket, lazily hanging it on a coat rack.
The singer put his hands behind his head with his elbows in the air and arched his back, stretching and looking around at the empty beer bottles on the coffee table and the mantle. He looked relaxed. That wouldn't do.
Murdoc was not relaxed. He had hardly had any sleep the night before, livid at the opportunity he believed he had missed the night before. One thing would help relieve the stress and anger he felt, though. He picked up some choice objects and stashed them in the back pocket of his jeans before heading out the door. The bassist looked down the stairs at 2D and called out to him. "Oi!"
2D flinched and jolted his arms in front of him.
"Have a good night, did you?" Murdoc asked.
2D looked up curiously at his band mate and grinned slowly, but still maintained a defensive stance. "Yeah. A great night. Did you?"
Oh, that's it, thought Murdoc. He's having a laugh. Murdoc squared his shoulders and marched down the stairs defiantly. 2D shrunk back toward the door, reaching for the handle.
"I did not, thank you very much," the bassist growled, balling his fists. "I was going to, though. The bird from the label, with the purple hair, she was talking to me last night," he explained. "She couldn't stop flirting, and we were going to seal the deal. I was going to have her, but I was playing hard to get." The bassist advanced toward the singer, eyes narrowing. "So she tells me she's going to go shag someone else to make me jealous. Never thought I'd hear from Noodle that it was you who she went home with," he snarled.
Stuart opened his mouth slightly and furrowed his brow, searching Murdoc's eyes, seemingly confused. Then he looked down at his shoes. "Oh."
While 2D was looking down, Murdoc drew his arm back then thrust his whole body forward, launching his fist right into the singer's left eye, punching him right into the door. The force was enough that the back of 2D's head cracked the glass window. The singer yelled and slid to sit on the floor, one hand covering his eye and the other reaching to the back of his head. He withdrew his right hand from his head injury and looked at it, and found blood on his fingers. Before he could recuperate, Murdoc kicked him in the chest, eliciting a grunt from his band mate, who brought his knees up and put his face down, shielding his head with his arms.
"You think you can just walk away with my girl? Like you're free to do whatever you want?" The bassist barked.
"Muds please, I didn't know...the others could be home!" Stuart reasoned.
"They won't hear anything, Noodle's out all day and Russel won't be home for hours," Murdoc countered, and kicked the cowering man in the shin.
2D gasped and grabbed his newest wound, starting to breathe shakily. "Don't do this again, Murdoc," he tried again. "Don't you care about the band?"
The bassist scoffed. "Of course I do, what do you mean?" Murdoc crouched to the singer's eye-level and grabbed his blue hair. "What are you talking about?"
"When you do this, I can't work, I can't do my part in the band like this," 2D said, starting to shake, hands still on his shin. "When I know you're going to hurt me. It's hard, I almost can't do anything. I can't be creative, I can't be in the room with you, it doesn't come naturally because I'm always afraid this will happen." The singer looked straight forward, not meeting the eyes of his assailant. "Even when you're gone, I'm too distracted nursing wounds and too afraid to make good music. I don't do interviews, I don't experiment, I can't bring myself to try...I've missed important meetings...I can hardly get out of bed..." He was trembling. He knew what was coming. "Just leave me alone...do it for the band..."
Murdoc paused for about three seconds and smirked. "Good one, mate, but you forgot one thing. You owe me," he countered, while pulling a pair of shiny handcuffs from his back pocket. He grabbed one of 2D's arms and forced a cuff onto his wrist, closing it to the smallest setting. Then, as he reached for the crouching man's other arm, he was shocked to feel a foot on his chest, kicking him hard backwards into the hall. Murdoc landed on his backside and elbows with an "oof."
Stuart scrambled to his feet and turned around, frantically grabbing at the doorknob. After a second of shock, Murdoc stood up again as well. He scanned the room for a weapon and quickly found one: the fire poker. It was just as Stu got the door open a crack that Murdoc grabbed the metal object and jabbed it into his band mate's back, right between his two bottom ribs on the right.
The singer shrieked and reached backwards as Murdoc withdrew the poker and kicked the door closed again. With 2D trying to reach on the wound that was now spreading blood down the back of his shirt, Murdoc saw an opportunity to grab the younger man's wrists and handcuff them together behind him. Stuart tried to yank them apart, then threw his own body backwards to knock Murdoc over once more.
On his back, Murdoc looked up at the man above him, who had turned around to face him, in shock. "You're going to regret that!" he yelled with such electricity that 2D froze. That gave the bassist enough time to get up, pick up the poker, and deliver a swift whack to he singer's shoulder. Stuart yelped and Murdoc grabbed him by the shirt and threw him over the couch's armrest, face pressed into the cushions.
He straddled the face-down Stuart and held him down by the neck, lightly pressing his throat. "You think this will hurt the band?" He demanded. "It's the opposite. Do you know what I've sacrificed for our music? And you're worried about some bruises?" Murdoc pressed his nails into 2D's neck, drawing blood and strained breaths. "Everything I've done to you, I've done for your own good. Would you have stayed with the band if I hadn't threatened to kill you if you left? Would we have created Plastic Beach if I had let you leave? You have no will, no discipline!" He punctuated the last word with a punch to 2D's kidney, eliciting a grunt from the younger man.
"That's why I'm here. To give you discipline. And boy, are you going to get it now."
2D gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, and Murdoc could see tears falling from his eyes down his nose. The vocalist's breaths were shaky, but he was otherwise silent.
Murdoc wiped a tear away from the face beneath him. "Relax, mate. This is for your own good. Do you think I like hurting you?"
It was hard to tell where 2D was looking, but me moved his head to look somewhere behind him, then up at Murdoc's face. "You've got a stiffie."
Anger boiled over and turned Murdoc's face red. "So the dumb ass wants to be a smart ass, yeah? Let's see how smart you are when I'm through with you." He unbuckled and unzipped his pants. "Don't move. You know I could still do real damage, or kill you if I want."
He reached around the paralyzed man's pants and unzipped them, sliding them down with his boxers. Stuart trembled and pulled so hard on his handcuffs that his left wrist started to bleed. Murdoc licked his fingers and slid them between 2D's cheecks, stopping to gently rub his entrance.
"This is mad," the trembling man whispered.
Murdoc ran a hand through his blue hair. "I know."
The bassist returned his hand to 2D's neck, alternating between soft caressing and hard squeezing. As Murdoc choked his bandmate, he slipped his index finger into his back side and twisted.
Stuart jolted as Murdoc stuck another finger in. "It's ok, Love." He bent and twisted his fingers as Stu closed his eyes and bared his teeth, clenching.
Murdoc pulled out, switched hands, putting his right hand on 2D's back, pressing at the wound that was now spilling blood over the side of Stu's back. Murdoc used his left hand to free his cock from his boxers and lined himself up. He licked his left palm and slicked his cock with saliva.
"Murdoc, Murdoc please," Stuart begged as the bassist pressed his thumb into the hole that the poker made, the head of his cock preparing to do the same with the singer's arse. "Let's talk, yeah? I'll do anything, I promise. What do you want? I'll give you anything. Just don't...do this, and don't kill me."
"Hmm," Murdoc hummed, unconvinced. He slowly pressed his member inside as the singer squirmed. Murdoc put both his hands on the hips in front of him and held fast, digging his fingernails in. "Don't move, mate."
Once he reached all the way in, he pulled out and quickly slammed forward, earning a shriek from the man below him. He stopped, then started again, pumping fast, then slow, laughing at the whimpers and begging below him.
The feeling of control was intoxicating for Murdoc. Fucking the dullard was way hotter than anything he would have done with the girl from the label, he mused. Plus, he needed to keep the dolt in line for the good of the band.
2D might have yelled himself hoarse if it wasn't for the green man's intermittent squeezing of his neck, which left Stuart desperately panting and sucking in air whenever he got the chance. When Murdoc found himself close to climax, he bent down and bit Stu's shoulder, right where he had hit him with the poker, tasting blood. He sped up his thrusts, nearly knocking the wind out of the skinny man, grunting as he came inside him.
After a few more thrusts, Murdoc stopped. He stayed inside for a minute, laying on top of his quivering, sweaty victim.
"Let me go," a small voice interrupted Murdoc's post-coital glow. He withdrew and stuffed himself back into his pants. Then, he looked down at 2D's bruised and bloody body, but kept his palms pressed onto the man's back to keep him down. Murdoc paid particular attention to the bite mark, the hand-shaped bruises on 2D's hips, and the blood leaking out of his arse. He started to wonder what would happen if anyone else saw these particular marks and pieced together what had occured. Murdoc never apologized for beating and nearly killing 2D, in fact, he mentioned it in several interviews. He knew it made people uncomfortable, but no one except Russel would try to stop him or hold him accountable; it was generally accepted that this was how he ran his band.
But with the new wounds, he feared that someone would discover the sexual nature of this assault. He pondered that the press may label this a 'domestic' dispute. Murdoc could handle being called a violent bastard, but a rapist? That wouldn't do.
He briefly considered killing the singer, but that seemed like just as much of a risk. Maybe he could make 2D forget, so at least he wouldn't accidentally spill the beans. He stood up and moved toward the drawer in the table beside the couch. "Don't go anywhere. Sit on the couch."
As the younger man slowly moved to sit on the couch, Murdoc pulled out a pill bottle and took a nearly-empty beer bottle from the stand. He poured out four pills and walked toward his victim, who was sniffling and whose cheeks were wet with still-flowing tears. Murdoc thrust his palm toward Stu's face and forced the pills into his mouth. "Swallow," he demanded, and then put the beer bottle to the singer's lips, to wash down the drugs.
Then Murdoc withdrew the glass bottle and quickly smashed it over 2D's head, shards of glass and drops of blood raining onto the couch cushions. Stuart screamed, bent forward, and moved to cover his head, but his hands were still cuffed behind his back.
The bassist was annoyed that Dents was apparently harder to knock out than usual, but he didn't give up. He picked up a heavy ceramic lamp and unplugged it, then raised it above his head. 2D blinked the blood out of his eyes just in time to see Murdoc above him. "Oh, God," he cried softly before the lamp came down with a crack.