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It seemed like a minor miracle that they'd gotten away with it. Granted, it had taken a lot of public negotiations— Murdoc denying, 2D wheedling— but they were in a car. Alone.

Well, aside from the boot full of clumsily-wrapped presents.

The M25 was crawling along, and Murdoc couldn't help being annoyed. It was like discovering the cherry on top of your sundae was from a jar that had been sitting open since 1973; he'd wanted to make good time on this, because the sooner they got to Eastbourne the more time they'd have between arriving and when Dents was meant to be dropped off at his parents' house. Murdoc really, really wanted to get a little something in ahead of tonight, when 2D would be sleeping in his parents' spare room, and tomorrow when he'd be playing daddy dearest; it would tide Murdoc over until he could pick 2D up, nip him back to the rental, and then spend the final day of this weekend making the most of the little blue pills he'd picked up a few days ago.

"Y'know, the good thing 'bout me needin' to stay at mum an' dad's is I can fink about more reasons for us to fuck off for a bit." 2D had been remarkably quiet so far, although Murdoc had been glad. Driving in London was a ballache— a bad one— and he'd needed to focus so he wouldn't accidentally mow down any braindead tourists who apparently came from countries without cars, given how casually they tried to meander out into the road without any warning. "S'tricky. Be doin' it every weekend if I could figure out how."

The laundromat was okay, but clientele had picked up a bit now it was winter given that people couldn't dry stuff outside. Less chance for anything sneaky, and it made Dents more paranoid about interruptions which— in turn— made Murdoc even more sexually frustrated. Wanking didn't help, even if he did keep nicking Dents' underwear to use for cleanup, because masturbation wasn't the same as fucking. It was less satisfying, less rewarding, less… Murdoc let out a little growl of irritation as some berk changed lanes without indicating, and realised that he ought to contribute to the conversation. Y'know. To be sociable. "Every fuckin' night, if I had my way, but you're right. It's tricky, and it's a pain in the arse."

"Yeah… An' you're the only pain in the arse I want." 2D sighed, before snickering as Murdoc thwacked him in the arm. "Ow— I meant, like, it does 'urt a bit, not that you're…"

"I know I'm a bastard, Faceache, you don't need to pretend I'm lovely just because I'm slinging you some sausage." Murdoc wasn't going to bring up the other stuff. He could acknowledge that he had… Feelings… About D, but there was truth in what Dents had said about the separation of Murdoc and— as 2D had put it— My Muds. That particular soppy prick was locked tight in the darkest, deepest, dankest dungeon of Murdoc's mind, and would only be let out under very specific conditions. "An' I picked up those pills I mentioned, so we can really, er, make the most of the time we got."

"Hm." 2D blinked, before lowering his voice as if they might somehow be overheard. "So, what, you take 'em an' you're hard til it wears off, or…?"

"I wish." Murdoc pulled a face, before flashing 2D the dirtiest grin he could while still paying attention to the road. "Used 'em before a few times. Just cuts down on the wait, especially if I'm still up for it. Get off, have a little break, then get back to it— gotta stay hydrated an' all that shit, don't want you getting another migrane."

"I got my pills this time. I made sure. An' my mum always has 'em about anyway. I'll be awright." 2D was way too pleased with himself for remembering to pack the most basic necessities, and Murdoc sighed before patting Dents' skinny thigh. 2D's hand covered his, his skin cool and fingers twitchy. "Muds d'you reckon… If we get there early…"

"You're keen." Murdoc couldn't help the smug grin, and he didn't even flip off the van that had undertook him. He slid his hand a little higher, pleased when 2D inhaled sharply. He wasn't even doing anything and Faceache was keyed up. "How about this… If it's getting a bit too tight, time-wise, I find somewhere quiet to pull over and—"

"I wanna do that." 2D's interruption was uncharacteristically forceful, fingers wrapping around Murdoc's wrist. "Can we do that? Please?"

"If I didn't know you any better, D, I'd say you like messing about in public." Murdoc wished that 2D had the foresight to rent an automatic. If he needed to change gear they were fucked, because Murdoc had to keep following 2D's leg up and do some exploration. "Better be careful. All it takes is someone walking their dog to show up and the whole country'll know that you're the sort of slag who'll give it up anywhere."

It wasn't easy to skirt around the actual reasons for their secrecy but Murdoc was alright at dirty talk and 2D was easily impressed, which was a winning combination. Murdoc didn't fancy his mugshot being on a paper linked to a sex scandal, and neither of them wanted it to touch the band, but those weren't sexy concepts. 2D being so desperate to take a pounding that he'd be up for it in all sorts of risky places? That was hot, and Murdoc wanted to encourage it… Safely. A bit of exhibitionism was lovely as long as you did it safely, much like any other extreme sport. If you wanted to get into skydiving you got an instructor and all the equipment, rather than trying to battle your way out of a Ryanair flight to Ibiza at 30,000ft, and Murdoc supposed— given that he'd fucked in some very odd places— that he was uniquely qualified to be 2D's mentor.

2D made a whiny noise as Murdoc gave his cock a squeeze through his jeans, then reclaimed his hand to downshift, wanting to overtake the car in front that had decided to slow down to 40 for some stupid reason. "Can't do more, I need both hands... And distracted driving kills, Dents, don't you know that? Thought you needed a licence to rent a car."

"Yeah, I got my licence…" 2D was wriggling about in his seat like a stroppy kid, eventually wedging himself in diagonally, facing Murdoc. "Technically I'm allowed, but I passed my test before you crashed into my face an' all… So driving's a bit tricky. Fink I'd be alright if it was, like, a straight road wiv nobody on it, but I'd rather get the bus."

Murdoc glanced over at him. 2D's hands were gripping his knees in what seemed to be severe effort, and the poor thing seemed to be trying to pretend he wasn't hard. "Make yourself comfortable, Faceache— you need to get some looser jeans, mate… So how good are your eyes? How many fingers am I holding up?"

"None. You got your hands on the wheel, Muds, I'm not blind." 2D was thinking, before he slowly brought his hands to his waist. Murdoc couldn't look directly, but he heard the vzzt of the zipper and Dents' little sigh of relief. "Um… I can see you awright. An' then things get all blurry. Normally s'the closer the better."

Murdoc nodded, flipping the indicator to shuffle over into the slow lane behind an articulated lorry. Having Dents in the car made him a far safer driver; he was leaving proper braking distance and going below the speed limit voluntarily, because it meant he could look over and not worry too much about going splat. 2D's cock was still technically hidden, but his pink y-fronts weren't leaving much to the imagination. "Go on, then, touch yourself a bit til I can find somewhere to pull over. Just be a bit sneaky… An' don't get yourself off, though, that's my job, alright?"

"Oh. Erm, yes, Muds…" 2D's voice had softened and gone all breathy, and Murdoc kept some of his attention on the lorry in front but kept the rest trained intently on the passenger seat. 2D gingerly slipped one hand into his underwear, and Murdoc reached over to squeeze his leg. "We won'… Won't need to wait long til we can stop, yeah?"

"That's right. I'll find us a nice spot, sweetheart, don't you worry. I've got eyes like a hawk."

The rain had started as they'd gotten onto the A22, but that was a good thing. It meant less chance of interruption, although Murdoc wasn't really worried about that. If you chose your spot right, it wasn't a concern, and a perfect location had presented itself; a rutted, potholed lane that eventually led them to a tiny car park belonging to a depressing patch of woodland. There were no ANPR signs, no pay and display, no CCTV, and no other cars; Murdoc parked crookedly, facing away from the entrance and up against an overgrown hedge. If someone did decide that it was worth coming here while it was pissing it down, they'd have a little warning to look presentable. Murdoc would have to be on lookout duty, but he was fine with that. 2D had been making tense little whines and other noises that had made it a concerted act of willpower for Murdoc not to pull onto the hard shoulder and just fuck him there, and Murdoc would have bet good money that Dents would probably last about five minutes once they got into it.

He glanced over at 2D. He was flushed, t-shirt ridden up to show his stomach, and he'd given up on keeping his dick hidden by his underwear; his hand was wrapped around it but was no longer moving, the awareness that they had stopped and everything that meant clearly needing a little more focus. Murdoc held up one finger in a silent wait a sec before reaching beneath his seat and finding the release mechanism so he could slide it all the way back. He'd lobbed his bag into the backseat behind 2D, and it was easy enough to rummage in it one-handed as the drumming of the rain on the roof of the car grew louder. Thank fuck he'd been hoping they'd get to do this; if he'd put his stuff in the boot with all the presents, they'd have ended up doing something fucking-adjacent again, and Murdoc really needed this. His fingers brushed plastic, then curled around a familiar bottle. Victory. "So, Faceache, question is… You wanna keep your clothes on or not?"

"Is it safe 'ere?" 2D didn't look about, keeping his attention solely focused on Murdoc. It was a clear reminder that— despite everything— Dents trusted him the way he had at the start. The trust that had started all this, and that Murdoc had taken advantage of… And that he wanted to keep taking advantage of. "You said, just takes one…"

"It's pissing it down, D, and there's no other cars here. Reckon we're the only people for at least a mile."

"Then I wanna feel you proper, Muds." 2D took a deep breath before toeing his trainers off, letting go of his cock to shimmy his jeans and underwear down, then tugging his t-shirt over his head as he kicked his feet free. Murdoc was— momentarily— taken aback by how decisive Dents was being, before realising that he ought to do something similar. It was probably sensible, actually; he was meant to be dropping 2D off at his parents' house, and it was probably best for him to arrive in clean clothes, and Murdoc hadn't packed with the intention of wearing much. He'd doss about for a day, order a kebab or something, then spend Sunday inside his Faceache. Maybe Monday morning, too, one for the road… He pulled his shirt off, tossing it on top of his bag and dropping the bottle of lube into the cupholder and starting on his belt before 2D leaned over and got his hands in the way. "Lemme do it."

"Bossy, aren't you?" Murdoc leaned over, curling a hand around the back of 2D's skinny neck. He felt warm despite the car starting to cool down now the engine was off, and it was hard to kiss him slowly. 2D's hands were clumsy, and although there was something charming about it… That didn't stop it being a relief when Muds' jeans were finally loose enough for him to lift his hips and use his free hand to shuffle them down to rest at mid-thigh, then he could finally pull 2D onto his lap. It wasn't right; Dents was sitting sideways rather than straddling him, feet still on the passenger seat, but Murdoc didn't give a shit. He needed 2D's weight on his lap, to let his hands scurry over 2D's bare skin like curious spiders, to be able to taste him without thinking about all the logistics of this. Driving was hard work, so who'd begrudge him a minute or two where he didn't have to think?

The seat recline lever had been a bitch to find, but Murdoc had done it. He was so fucking practical when it came to wrangling 2D and his stupid long legs.

There was simply no easy way for Dents to face him and for them to fuck if they were sitting up. No two ways about it. He was just too long, and Murdoc once again wished for another Winnebago… But if he'd gotten Dents to rent one it'd have been far, far too obvious. That, and Murdoc had driven his old one as though it was a tank, and 2D probably hadn't fancied paying a small fortune in insurance fees, but it would have been worth it to have space. He tightened his grip on the lever, annoyed by how stiff it was, before it jerked up and he went backwards. It was only luck that 2D didn't go with him and break his nose again; Murdoc was left blinking up at the roof of the car, wondering what twat had designed that particular mechanism… But only for a moment. 2D leaned over him, wide-eyed, and Murdoc remembered why he'd pulled the thing in the first place. Fuck it, it couldn't hurt to admit that Dents could be startlingly pretty, his lips still looking all pouty and soft.

"You awright, Muds?"

"Will be, when you get on me. Those legs of yours weren't made for this sorta thing, Dents." Murdoc slid a hand down 2D's thigh, following it with his eyes. "Wouldn't change 'em for anything, though. I like you all… Willowy."

That wasn't his word, it was too poetic, and Murdoc wasn't sure where it had come from. The rain was still loud, the windows curtained by sheets of water, and the greyish light heightened the contrast between their respective skin tones. It washed Dents right out, but Murdoc knew he was blushing. It was clear in the way he smiled, so flattered, and Murdoc filed that away for later as 2D carefully straddled him, rearranging his limbs while being careful not to accidentally knee Murdoc anywhere sensitive. Dents had bent forwards but even then his head was too close to the ceiling for comfort, but Murdoc was still looking up at him.

He thought he might have been happy to just lie there and gaze at 2D for a while, but that was too much like being soft. Instead he took hold of 2D's hips, holding him steady. "Go on, sit on it like you did at the airbnb. S'all yours, sweetheart, you've earned it… Just take your time."

It was probably harsh not to offer to loosen Dents up a bit, but Murdoc would make up for it later. Perhaps it was the whole pain in the arse comment; there'd been a hint of longing in 2D's sigh that had Murdoc's interest prickling, and he didn't want to waste time. What if 2D's sodding mother decided to ring him to find out if they were on the way? Instant moodkill, unless Dents was adequately distracted. 2D seemed pleased by the challenge at least, gappy teeth revealed in a slow grin as he reached for the lube. "Close y'eyes."

"Alright." All the less work to do. If 2D wanted to be a bit silly, who was Murdoc to complain— "Fuck, that's cold."

2D had gone a bit overboard; his hand was so slippery as to be almost frictionless as he stroked Murdoc's cock, the chill quickly retreating when confronted by body heat and the relief of finally getting things going. It was relaxing too, a happy ending without needing a massage first, although Murdoc was miles away from coming. With his eyes closed he could focus on other stuff; the sound of 2D's breathing, the firm grip at the base of his cock, the seat creaking as 2D moved and then…

Weight and pressure as Dents did exactly what Murdoc had suggested, one hand planted firmly beside Murdoc's head to support his body. 2D moved cautiously, and Murdoc was staying very, very still. It was a slow process, the giving way of what had felt like solid flesh, but time had also decided to dawdle. Murdoc listened to Dents as he took sharp little breaths then held them until he had to sigh them out as he lowered himself, trying not to focus too much on anything below his waist until 2D made a hiccupy squeak as something gave way. Then he couldn't help it; it was almost uncomfortable, the head of his cock wedged in Dents like a stubborn cork in a bottle, too tight… Murdoc opened his eyes and immediately wished he'd done it sooner.

2D's eyes were closed, gritted teeth bared as he squared his narrow shoulders. Sweat was beading on his forehead; he looked determined, and Murdoc figured out why in the split-second before 2D went full Vlad the Impaler on himself. Murdoc's strangled groan matched the low, pained sound that forced itself out of 2D's throat. Stupid, Faceache, do you want to be fucking limping when we get there? Except of course 2D did. He wanted a reminder, one he'd feel with every step, the kinky little… "Aw, Faceache, this is why I love you."

2D kept his eyes closed, patting his way up Murdoc's chest with his slippery hand as he leaned forwards. Their lips brushed before 2D swallowed and took another hitching breath, his hand curling into a fist that trapped a few of Murdoc's chest hairs. It hurt, but not enough to pay attention to it. "Luh… I love ya too, Muds."

The car roof was too low for 2D to do much work, but that just made this a clear demonstration of how great they were at teamwork. Murdoc's feet were on the floor so he was perfectly positioned to rock his hips up, directing 2D in a steady grinding motion that felt indulgently lazy. This was the sort of sex they ought to be having on Sunday afternoons in summer, rubbing against each other like they were trying to use the friction between them to start a fire. Dents' cock was pressed against Murdoc's stomach again, which seemed important. There was this one song that Murdoc could vaguely remember playing a lot on the radio in the early 2000s, some bollocks that went I think it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes aligning when we kiss or something, but Murdoc preferred their version; it'd get censored for sure, but he'd fucked a lot of people and not one of them had been as Goldilocks-perfect as Dents was. Squirming about together shouldn't have felt this good, but it did. Murdoc was used to shagging being a purposeful act, all build-up, but he'd have stayed inside Dents forever if it wouldn't have been really impractical… That and his thigh and stomach muscles wouldn't hold out for much longer. They already felt a bit burn-y; he'd probably need a few beers tonight to stop them aching.

He'd found those old scars on 2D's thighs again without really meaning to. Murdoc had one hand low on 2D's back, keeping them moving together, while he stroked the lines he'd etched so long ago with the other. If his mouth hadn't been otherwise occupied he'd have told 2D how he wanted to give him more scars in secret places, the same vandal instinct that led him to scrawl on toilet walls in marker or carve his initials into trees, except with an added meaning; that 2D was his. Murdoc didn't want some S&M Master-Slave bullshit— that was way too much effort— but he wanted every mark he left on Dents to be as permanent as his fractured eyes. Only Murdoc got to change him, to transform him, to grab him by the collar and yank him from a boring life as a piano salesman and into the spotlight, to turn him into the sort of cock-hungry whore who'd say yes please to whatever Murdoc fancied, to be the sort of person Murdoc could care about without feeling pressure to be better, to…

2D had one arm around Murdoc's shoulders, the other hand toying with his inverted crucifix— it could probably do with a good clean one of these days— before something changed. The embrace turned into a vicegrip; Dents clung like a koala to a really nice tree, clenching around Murdoc's cock as a shudder rolled through him, then his hold loosened again. 2D's tongue flicked against Murdoc's bottom lip, which didn't help with the waltz down memory lane Murdoc was trying to take, but he knew what this was.

It ain't gonna happen if you stay all quiet.

2D was like a car with a faulty ignition, and he needed certain things to, er, start. And while Murdoc was sure he could probably keep at it until Dents' couldn't not come, that would probably take a while. Another thing for the to-do list, but for now…

2D shuddered again, making a whimpery sound, and Murdoc ducked to press his forehead against Dents' sweaty shoulder. His brain felt as smooth as a beach pebble, but that wasn't a problem. Murdoc just needed to stop not talking; that was what had started this all off, after all, his big mouth. He nipped at 2D's collarbone, breathing him in until his lungs had to be packed with pheromones or whatever the fuck it was that made Dents smell so good in spite of Murdoc's fucked-up sinuses and how much he smoked. "Wanna eat you alive, Faceache, you're so tasty… You gonna be thinking 'bout me tonight?"

"Yeh—" 2D rolled his head to the side, an invitation that Murdoc couldn't decline. He tried to be gentle, but 2D's hoarse little groan was impossible to resist. "Don' worry, I'll tell 'em… Tell 'em I gotta girlfrien' or some… Somethin'… Aw, aw Muds, y'so…"

The tension was building again, 2D's shaky limbs tensing, and Murdoc lifted his chin to whisper in 2D's ear. "I'll be your somethin', Dents. And you're mine, aincha? My lovely little Faceache— I should write property of Murdoc on that arse of yours, bet you'd love that— and I'm your Muds… Gonna text you later, D, and I dunno what it'll say but that doesn't matter 'cause it'll mean that I'm rubbing one out an' thinking about you. About how fuckable you are, and how you drive me fuckin' crazy…"

2D's breathing was wet and ragged now, and Murdoc found a little more energy to put into his upward thrusts. The final leg of the marathon; 2D had held out way longer than Murdoc had expected, but that didn't mean much.

"Your Muds loves you, 2D. Loves you so much, but shh… S'our little secret, darlin', but you know it's true, don't you?"

Murdoc's stomach itched, and he had to stop himself from scratching it.

He'd had to put his shirt back on, but it had been a compromise; he couldn't drive around all cum-splattered with his tits out, and he hadn't wanted to even attempt cleaning off. Yeah, so he fancied being a bit dirty… So what? He needed something to get off over later, and 2D had to put his boxers back on else he'd be leaving a slug trail in his jeans and he'd only brought the one pair with him. Not fair, really, but Murdoc supposed he could probably spin that into something that'd benefit him at a later date.

"S'a right 'ere, then it's number seven." 2D's directions were halfhearted, and Murdoc looked over at him as he waited for a cluster of cars coming the opposite way to pass. The mark on his neck had come in nice and livid; he'd definitely need to make up a story about it. Other than that he seemed presentable, and while he probably smelled a bit of sex it wasn't anything a quick smoke could cover up. "Wish you could come with me."

"What, and hang out with your children?" Murdoc made a pukey noise, and 2D shrugged morosely. "Stop pulling that face, you know I'm no good with kids— you were always the one reading Noodle bedtime stories and whatnot, and you don't want your parents to overhear what we get up to."

"I know. I'll just miss you a bit, that's all. I don't mind it all bein' secret, but it ain't easy." 2D carefully shifted his weight from one side to the other, looking out of the window. "Wish I could stop time or somethin'. If I had magic powers, we could sneak off whenever."

"Sentimental prat." Murdoc patted 2D's leg to show he meant it fondly, before finally being able to pull into 2D's parents' road. Two bland rows of semi-detached houses, probably built in the 80s, and Murdoc wondered how anyone could stand to live somewhere so boring. It even made Stoke look lively. "It'll be alright. You have fun with your brats, I'll spend a day lazing about, and I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow and we'll do whatever you fancy. Even if it's candles and rose petals."

"Promise?" 2D turned back towards him, and Murdoc slowed as he tried to check the house numbers and look at Dents.

"Promise… And here we are. Tosspot manor. Won't kiss you goodbye, Dents, there's some curtains twitching already. Nosy old buggers." Murdoc hadn't parked especially well, but he hadn't actually wanted to stop. He socked 2D in the shoulder, smiling at him although he was feeling a bit gloomy too. "Remember those presents in the boot."

Something about that seemed to cheer Dents up way more than it should have; he'd even stopped slouching, eyes brightening. "Oh, yeh, hold on a sec…"

Murdoc couldn't have driven off if he'd wanted to. 2D had left the door hanging open as he hurried around to the back of the car, his gait awkward as he tried not to walk funny. The boot opened with a soft hydraulic hiss, followed by loud rustling and then something was lobbed through into the backseat. A small present, and Murdoc was torn between glee at getting a gift and irritation that it was a Christmas present. 2D had shouldered his backpack, hefting his bin bags of gifts out of the boot before closing it and circling around the car again. He abandoned the presents on the pavement to lean back into the car, holding onto the door frame with one hand.

"Open it when you get to th' rental place, an' tell me what you fink, yeah?"

Murdoc decided that he could ignore his religious sensibilities for a minute. He nodded, before winking and pursing his lips for a moment in a quick air-kiss. It would have to do, and 2D seemed to appreciate it, his excited expression softening just a little. "Have fun, and remember— those crane machines are rigged. Don't waste your time on 'em. Love you."

"Love you too… An' I'll do my best."

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2D was a genius. Except, yeah, he wasn't, but maybe that sort of rain man genius where it was just about one specific thing… Murdoc couldn't think of the term, but it would probably annoy him later.

He'd almost forgotten 2D's present in the frustration of the one-way system of the town centre, then finally making his way to the seafront, following it past large Victorian houses and a retail park— where he made a quick pitstop for food, beers and a piss— until he found what he was looking for. A shabby little holiday park, huddling alongside a 40mph stretch of road. It seemed deserted, but that was the point; Murdoc had connections in the world of motor homes and caravan parks, and he'd pulled a few strings to sort this out... Well, one string in particular. Eddie, the bloke who owned this place, was a beer-bellied lout who'd almost started salivating when Murdoc had said he needed somewhere on the Sussex coast for a dirty weekend. His brother owned a motorhome dealership, and Murdoc had maybe implied that he might consider buying his next Winnebago from there if he got a good deal.

Of course, Eddie didn't know who Murdoc actually was. As far as he knew, Murdoc was one of his sort, a man who looked like a thumb had gained sentience and decided to follow the footy and drink shitty lager, rather than a greenish Satanic rock god. He was known as Derek Spud on the UK Winnebago Enthusiast forum, and none of them had noticed that he was using a blurry photo of Shaun Ryder as his profile picture. He'd been doing it for years, though, and it was working a treat. All he'd had to do was pepper his private messages to ol' Eddie with some sordid details about his imaginary bird— massive tits, real goer and the like— and voilà. He had the entry code to the site and there were keys waiting for him. He even knew that the CCTV cameras were fake before he arrived, although it was obvious when he got a look at them. They seemed to be made of painted cardboard, and were clearly suffering because of the weather.

He'd parked up and grabbed his bag automatically, his stiff hips and achy back starting to complain, and he'd considered leaving the shopping in the boot before a flash of red-and-white stripe in his peripheral vision had reminded him that 2D had bought him a little somefink. How sweet. Murdoc had to get out of the car and open the back door to grab it, before deciding that he may as well bring everything in, and he'd dropped the gift into one of his Tesco bags and had promptly forgotten about it again.

The keys were under the shabby Welcome mat, and they didn't want to turn in the lock until Murdoc persuaded them with swearing and a bump of his shoulder. Then he'd been in the dated, cold interior of a very 1980s static caravan, and Murdoc found himself wondering if Eastbourne was stuck in a weird bubble of the past. If it was maybe he'd get younger; he wouldn't say no to being a teenager again, although Dents was born in '78 so… No, thanks.

He dumped his carrier bags on the Formica-topped kitchen table. Dents had been… Twenty-ish when they'd first fucked. Odd to think about, him being so young, but it explained how shy 2D had been. He grimaced, although he hadn't fucked 2D because of his age— Murdoc wasn't a fucking cradle-snatcher— and he far preferred Dents now. He was less cringing and subservient, which made him giving in to Murdoc's whims far more fun. If you got what you wanted all the time it took a bit of the shine off. Made it mundane… How the fuck did you turn the heating on in this dump?

A rapid exploration found the thermostat, and when the boiler was grumbling and the radiators were steaming Murdoc decided to start on putting the shopping away. The fridge smelled a bit musty, but he'd lived with worse— at least it was cold— and once again Murdoc found himself holding the present. He turned it over in his hands, nudging the fridge door closed with his foot. The rest of the food didn't need to be kept cold, it could stay where it was, and Murdoc circled around to the faded paisley-print sofa built in to the front end of the room. It smelled like dust when he sat down, carefully working one nail beneath the tape that 2D had used as liberally as bandages on a burn victim. Normally Murdoc ripped into gifts like a starving baboon, but he felt apprehensive about this one. What could 2D have bought him that wouldn't feel like a step too far? It felt like a box, roughly the size of a thick paperback book; Murdoc scowled. It had better not be jewellery or a little ceramic teddy bear holding a love heart, some trite little romantic present that a shitty husband would give to his bored wife on Valentine's day before sneaking off to shag the nanny. The tape tore free, and Murdoc squinted before remembering how to read.

It was a phone. A cheap, crappy little phone in a box that had clearly been opened, and Murdoc squinted at it before turning the box over and spotting the post-it note with 2D's clumsy handwriting stuck to the back; put plenty of credit on + charged it for you check the messages x

A savant. Was that the word? Murdoc's usual technique for unwrapping returned as he yanked the phone out of the cardboard packaging and slammed his thumb on the power button. It turned on with a chirp, displaying a homescreen with the default background.

One New Message.

The number was unknown, but Murdoc knew it was 2D. He knew how Dents texted, even though they'd barely done it. It was dated a week ago— so the little fucker had set this all up in secret? He had more bollocks than Murdoc gave him credit for… And he took a moment to add a new contact, smirking at his address book before navigating back to his exchange with Faceache.

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It wasn't stalking.

Yes, Dents didn't know he was around town. and Murdoc had figured out where he was from the normal group chat with Noodle and Russ, but it wasn't stalking. Dents had sent a photo of him, his parents, and a cluster of blue-haired children, and Murdoc had given it a thumbs up reaction… But he had opened it and zoomed in to get a better look at 2D's bruised neck, and had noticed an arcade name in the background.

Then he'd googled the name of the arcade and discovered it was on the pier.

It wasn't stalking.

Murdoc was just bored, dossing about in the motor home all by himself. He'd known Dents wouldn't be able to text him properly, given that he was distracted by his progeny, but he couldn't help listening for the little ping of a new message even though it was going to drive him insane. Besides, Murdoc had tried his best to entertain himself. He couldn't pay attention to the TV, and the small collection of board games he'd found were for two or more players, and he didn't fancy doing stuff online. The only time he hadn't felt all restless was when he'd rubbed one out in the bathroom before taking a shower, thumbing back and forth between the two photos 2D had sent him the night before; that slightly blurry cock shot, and a selfie of Dents smiling tentatively and squinting at the flash. He had a small puddle of spunk on his bare stomach and just the head of his dick peeped into shot, barely visible unless you were looking closely… Murdoc had been imagining licking him clean before he'd come and almost dropped the phone, and he'd had to sit down on the closed toilet because his legs had gone shaky.

He could have messaged Dents about it, but Murdoc had— as usual— slept in late, and 2D had already been telling Russ and Noodle about how much his kids had loved their presents when he'd woken up. Dents was being a proud dad, which made Murdoc feel sour.

It might have been easier if the brats hadn't been so obviously 2D's. Same snub nose, same hair, same goofy smile… Rubbing Murdoc's face in how he'd been fucking about, even if it was years and years ago. That it could have been him, if he'd played his stupid cards right. If he'd just gone back to 2D's bedroom once, ignored the stupid voice in his head telling him that he needed to be in control, accepted that they were stuck together and decided to make the most of it… 2D could have been with him in Kong Studios rather than whoring his way around fucking Eastbourne.

To make himself feel better Murdoc had emptied his packet of cigarettes into the sink, then run the tap until they were nothing more than a soggy mess.

So it really wasn't stalking. It just happened that one of the newsagents on the seafront was the most convenient place to get another pack of smokes, and Murdoc had to loiter by the pier to spark up, using an old red phonebox as a windbreak. He couldn't smoke in the car, it was a rental, and if it was around the time when 2D normally got a bit fidgety if he couldn't have a fag…

"Muds?"

"Hm?" Murdoc looked up as if he was surprised. 2D had a dark orange beanie hat pulled down over his ears, spiky locks of bright hair poking out, and his jacket looked cosy. Murdoc didn't have a coat or a hat, but he didn't need them. He'd just popped out to the shop, after all, he wouldn't be outside for long. He tried to look surprised, blowing smoke out the side of his mouth. "Oh— heya, Dents. Fancy bumping into you here."

2D still looked confused, and Murdoc wiggled the cigarette packet at him. It was still mostly covered in cellophane.

"Ran outta ciggies, so I thought I'd grab some from the shop."

"Ain't you near that big Asda? An' the Tesco…" 2D frowned, before taking a cautious step closer, glancing around before smiling. The cold had pinkened his cheeks and the tip of his nose, and Murdoc wished he could ask 2D to ditch the kids and come back with him.

"Ditch the kids. Come back with me, Dents." Murdoc couldn't take the ciggy out of his mouth. The risk of burning 2D— although that could be fun under other circumstances, if Dents was into it— was the only thing stopping him from grabbing him by the collar and trying to lick his tonsils. He swallowed, realising that he might seem a bit too enthusiastic. "It's a bit shit, being all by myself."

2D bit his lip. He actually seemed to be thinking about it, looking back over his shoulder again before shaking his head. "I can't, Muds. I wanna, but…"

Murdoc hugged himself, suddenly very aware of the December chill. 2D winced, before yanking the zipper of his oversized jacket down. He was wearing a sweater underneath it, actually prepared for the weather, and he rummaged quickly through the pockets, transferring stuff across to his jeans. Murdoc shook his head. "Nah. Keep it."

"No, Muds. You're cold… I'll put it back on when you go." 2D tugged his arms free before stepping forwards, draping it over Murdoc's shoulders. It felt weirdly heavy on one side, but Murdoc was distracted by how close 2D was. He begrudgingly wriggled his arms into the sleeves, because that meant 2D had to hold it in place for a little longer. "Need you t'text me later, 'bout my wallet."

"What about your wallet?" Murdoc tried to sneer, but his teeth were trying to chatter. 2D's jacket was both warm and smelled of Dents, and it had made Murdoc realise just how freezing it actually was.

"S'in my jacket pocket. Take it wiv you." 2D shrugged, reaching beneath his beanie hat to produce a cigarette from— probably— behind his ear. "Lemme light this off yours? S'windy, Muds, my lighter'll be too tricky."

Murdoc nodded, and 2D leaned in close again. Murdoc's eyes closed, although it wasn't a kiss; it felt like one, the long seconds until 2D's cigarette had caught and he pulled back making Murdoc feel even weirder. 2D was being too clever, and it was freaking him out a bit. "So you'll tell your folks that you left your wallet in the car?"

"Nah. I'll tell 'em I dropped it an' I'm gonna go pick it up. I got my number in it, dad always says to do that just in case." 2D raised his eyebrows, jamming the hand that wasn't holding his cigarette in his pocket. "Next time I ain't stayin' at theirs. I'm stayin' wiv you. Thought I was imaginin' things for a second when I saw you, feels like I've been lookin' out for you all day."

Murdoc had known it wasn't stalking. Clearly it was… 2D giving off signals or something, signals only Murdoc understood, and he'd responded to that rather than being such a clingy twat that he'd had to go on a 2D-hunt. Thank fuck for that; he'd been starting to get worried. "Felt a bit like I've been going batshit myself. Not used to being alone these days."

"Glad s'not just me... I wanted t'call you this mornin', but I knew you'd be sleepin'. Didn't wanna wake you up." 2D shook his head, looking up at a seagull swooping about high above them. "I'm used t'being around you— an' the others, yeh, but… Makes me fink of when I first woke up wivout my front teeth. Couldn't stop touchin' the gap wiv my tongue, y'know? An' it's like that. Keep thinkin' oh, Murdoc'll want a cuppa or I should leave space for Muds to sit on the sofa but you ain't there, then it's sorta sad."

"You can make me a cuppa tomorrow." Murdoc paused, taking a harder drag than he intended to. "What'd you think of what I sent you, then?"

2D went pinker. Something about his posture changed too; he seemed smaller, his body twisting as he tried not to seem flustered and failed. "Had t'turn the phone off 'coz I kept lookin' at 'em. I, er… That second one…"

Murdoc had been a bit more careful than 2D, keeping his face out of frame. Chest, most of his cock where it had toppled to rest against his stomach, the mess he'd made of himself… 2D had sent some highly flattering emojis, but neither of them had been really capable of critique; yesterday had been a tiring day. 2D gave him a quick look up and down, his gaze pausing at Murdoc's chest.

"Fink it's really hot. Y'know, that you're all hairy an' that— well, not all hairy, you ain't a werewolf, but compared t'me…" 2D snorted softly, not quite a laugh. "Dunno what I'm tryin' to say… I got all muddled up."

"Course you did, you little sicko. You're practically drooling." Murdoc leaned back against the phonebox, deftly sneaking 2D's wallet out of the jacket and into the back pocket of his jeans. "Don't think about it too hard, Dents, else you'll be in trouble."

"Can't 'elp it." 2D sounded so resigned that Murdoc was almost offended, before clocking how wistful Dents looked. Fucking hell, and he'd thought he was bad… 2D was pining, and Murdoc was about two feet away from him. "Muds, d'you reckon you could grow y'nails out? Not all of 'em— leave, y'know, two or three short for… Well… But the rest of 'em?"

"Pervert… Yeah. Course I can, won't take long. You want 'em all pointy, like I used to have 'em?" Murdoc's grin was hurting his cheeks, and he took one last drag on his cigarette, dropping it and crushing the butt beneath his heel. "Fancied having 'em like that for a while, but I figured better to be practical. Can't be too careful if I'm shoving them in you."

2D nodded. He was practically steaming he'd gone so red, cigarette drooping from his bottom lip as Murdoc started to take the jacket off. Odd, how seeing how truly pathetic Dents was could make Murdoc feel so much better… He offered the jacket back to 2D, although the chill sea breeze was trying to convince him to keep it. 2D reached out, and Murdoc caught his wrist with his other hand, squeezing 2D's skinny arm mercilessly.

"Want some more dirty pictures? Got nothing else to do this afternoon, not til I can drop your wallet off."

2D nodded, slowly at first, then far more eagerly. This was excellent. Dents wouldn't be able to check his phone, not til he could hide himself away somewhere, and this would be torturous for the idiot. It made Murdoc's skin prickle just thinking about it… Or maybe it was just the cold.

"Ask me properly, then."

2D's eyes widened as Murdoc stepped back, leaving him clutching the jacket to his chest. He only made it a few steps before 2D's reedy voice called from behind him. "Please, Muds?"

Murdoc turned on his heel, giving 2D a smarmy grin before ducking his head in a half-bow, pressing one hand to his chest. Technically Dents hadn't asked as explicitly as he'd hoped, but Murdoc supposed he could be lenient, given their need for subtlety. "Your wish is my command, Faceache. Have fun with your kids."

Murdoc knew that would be impossible, but that was the point.

Chapter Text

There was nothing like staying with your parents to make you feel like a teenager again. 2D was so glad that he'd be leaving; he loved his parents, but the longer he stayed with them the more they treated him like a kid. Case in point…

"I don't trust that man. You should get the train— or dad'll give you a lift, won't you, David?" His mum was clattering mugs about, and 2D sipped at his cup of tea in an attempt to keep quiet. "I don't want you in a car with him, Stuart, not after what he did to your eyes…."

"Mum, nah, it's fine. Murdoc's a better driver than he used t'be— we got down here fine, didn't we?" 2D's attempt to placate his mother had been a mistake. He knew it, she knew it, his dad knew it… But dad could hide behind his copy of Ferris Wheel Monthly, and 2D had apparently opened the cupboard where all the skeletons had been kept.

"He didn't crash accidentally, Stuart, we were there when he got sentenced— he was trying to ramraid that shop, and then doing stupid car tricks… And he wasn't a silly kid. A fully-grown man doing that... I know you've got your little band, Stuart, but I don't like him, and neither does your dad. Not after the state you were in when you came home after whatever happened in America…" Mum stirred her cup of tea so aggressively that it slopped over the edge of the cup, but that just meant she could scrub the countertop and channel her fury that way. "And then— and then, Stuart, you disappeared… We spoke to the police, we tried everything… And then the first thing you tell us when you finally get back in contact is Murdoc wanted to keep the album a secret? He's a bad influence."

2D was glad that he hadn't told his parents the actual truth about Plastic Beach, and even gladder that they had no idea about how bad an influence Murdoc actually was. He'd still had to throw Muds under the bus a bit, but only because he knew his parents would be pushing for more information otherwise and he didn't want to say anything that might hint at the truth. "Mum, I'm not a kid. I'll be awright… He's chilled out a lot."

2D hadn't chilled out. His brain felt itchy, and he couldn't help imagining his phone vibrating against his leg even though it was on the table where he could see the screen. He'd woken up way too early, full of regret for not agreeing to Murdoc's ridiculously early pickup suggestions or his offer to skip dinner here… He could have been cosy in bed with Muds right now, not stuck anxiously waiting for him to show up. If Murdoc was late it'd be more ammo for mum, and all the more pressure would be put on him to accept her alternative options for getting back to London.

"I should hope so. He's not that much younger than your father and I."

2D tried to keep his cringing on the inside, zoning out as his mum went on another ramble about how Murdoc should have known better. He didn't want to think of Murdoc being similar to his parents in any way; he wanted to build a wall between them in his mind. Like, yeah, technically Muds could have been his dad but only in a Britain's Youngest Father sense, not a practical sense; 2D didn't want to consider it any harder than that, because he didn't want to ruin what he had by framing Muds as a father figure.

The kitchen wall clock showed quarter to nine when 2D's phone buzzed, and he stood up so fast he whacked his thighs on the edge of the table, eagerly opening the message and almost sighing with relief. "Oh, he's 'ere— gotta go, mum."

"Stuart, you don't have to—"

"I'll letcha know when we get back, don't worry, I'll be fine…"

It took a little more cajoling til he could wish them a Merry Christmas and say his I-love-yous and goodbyes, stumbling out of the door and scanning the road til he spotted the car idling a few houses up. The relief that Muds hadn't left wasn't rational, considering their plans for the day, but it still caught hold of 2D as he hurried over, opening the boot to chuck his backpack inside. He had his phones in his pocket alongside his pills, and Murdoc had twisted in the driver's seat to look back at him. "You took your time."

"Had t'say bye… An' you're a bit early." The dashboard display said 8:57 as 2D finally slid into the passenger seat, and he wished his parents' neighbours weren't such nosy bastards. He knew Mrs. Edmonds across the road was watching them; she watched everything, his mum complained about it… But also revelled in the gossip that got passed along to her. 2D did not want his parents finding out about him and Murdoc full stop, let alone via the local busybody… And he dug his phone out of his pocket, focusing intently as he set a timer for two hours. "When that goes off, Muds, I gotta text my mum t'let her know we got back safe. Don't lemme forget— don't want her callin' the studio."

"And if you're busy?" Murdoc started the engine, pulling away without checking his mirrors and getting honked at by a car coming up behind them who he'd cut off. "Piss off, use your eyes— why does your mum have the studio number anyway, Dents?"

"Uh… I gave it t'her?" 2D was mildly confused, but he supposed Muds might not understand a relatively normal parent-child relationship. He'd had a picture of his dad in the Winnebago, but he never really talked about him, and 2D was fairly sure Murdoc didn't know who his mum was. "F'emergencies. Y'know, one of the kids gets really sick all of a sudden, or somefin happens t'her or my dad, an' I can't answer my phone 'coz I'm recordin'… I just need t'say I'm back safe an' I'll talk to 'er later, nuffin' major. It'll just take a second."

"Let me rephrase it for you, muppet… Do you really think you'll be able to text your mummy if I'm fucking you?" Murdoc was back on top bad driver form, barely stopping at the end of the road before peeling out like he was in an f1 race rather than pulling out onto a 30mph road. 2D found himself bracing just in case, not quite in full adrenaline mode but preparing for it. Murdoc was focused intently forwards, eyes narrowed, and 2D wasn't surprised that he found it sexy more than scary. "It's that easy to ignore me, is it?"

"Nah, Muds, it ain't, I'm sorry, I just..." 2D hadn't actually connected busy with actively having sex, which was stupid of him but it was early. Both he and Muds weren't morning people; he'd sort of assumed they'd laze about a bit, and the last time they'd had proper time alone it had taken a while for them to get to it. "I knew we sorta had a plan but I didn't know if it was like… Get in an' get at it or sumfin else, an' it's important— y'know, she calls, speaks to Russ or Noodle, an' then all of a sudden it's where are they an' what are they doin'…"

"You're too easy to mess with, Dents. How the fuck are you so gullible?" Murdoc slowed sharply for a speed camera, 2D's seatbelt digging into his chest at the abrupt deceleration. "Yeah, I'll make sure. Don't fancy dealing with all of that shit… And the plan depends on you. Did you do what I told you to last night?"

Murdoc hadn't sped up again, instead reaching over to pinch 2D's leg just above the knee. It hurt, in a moreish sort of way, and 2D nodded. He knew he had no way of proving that he hadn't gotten himself off, but he really hadn't. "It was really hard, Muds."

"Bet it was." Murdoc snickered, his fingers curling around 2D's leg to rub briefly at the back of his knee before going back to handling the gearstick. "So you just lay in your bed and behaved, eh?"

"Nnnooo, I… You said I couldn't come, Muds, not that I couldn't do anyfink, so I— I looked at the pictures an' I thought about us in the car an' that, an' I had t'touch myself a bit. Impossible not to. An' I got close, y'know, but I didn't… I wanted to." He'd really, really wanted to, but that good boy text had flashed like neon in his brain. He couldn't let Murdoc down and he didn't want to get in trouble, even though he'd had to lie on his hands to make sure he wouldn't disobey. "Even dreamed 'bout you, an' I kept sayin' that I weren't allowed… An' you said it was fine in the dream, but I knew somefink weren't right so I couldn't."

2D had woken up in a cold sweat but his underwear hadn't been sticky, so that was a win. He'd had to have a really cold shower to calm himself down a bit, glad he'd woken up before his parents, but his dream had lingered in the back of his mind. It hadn't been especially clear, a blur of groping hands and wet mouths, undercut with Murdoc's gravelly voice, but it had threatened to resurface every time he'd let his guard down.

Murdoc came to a stop in a line of cars waiting at a roundabout, head turning slowly so he could survey 2D. Muds was so intent it felt like he might be counting all of 2D's pores, or sequencing his DNA through sight alone... His slow smile was a relief, and 2D felt his stomach unclench as Murdoc smirked at him. "You've got it bad, Faceache."

"I want it bad, Muds." That had been the right thing to say. It seemed to bonk Murdoc over the head like a cartoon mallet, leaving him wide-eyed for a second or two before his gaze hardened. He was looking at 2D the same way he'd been watching the road, and 2D shivered. He could feel an expectant chill crawling over him, leaving his skin goosebumped and his nipples so stiff they almost hurt under his jacket. The magnetism was back, and 2D wasn't going to be confused by it anymore. It just was, and he didn't want to waste his time trying to work out why he felt like this. If he could have cured himself he'd have never gone to Murdoc's Winnebago before the El Mañana shoot… Or he wouldn't have brought it up when they were stuck in that car. He wasn't passive; he might be the one getting fucked, but he wasn't just lying there and letting Murdoc do it. "Want you bad. I ain't got enough of you yet."

"And what'll happen when you do get enough of me, Faceache?"

The car behind them honked, and Murdoc lifted his middle finger between the front seats without looking back. 2D tilted his head to one side, considering the question for a moment before shrugging. "Don't fink that's possible, Muds... C'mon, let's get movin'. Been waitin' all weekend for this."

Muds was right, it was a shithole, and that was absolutely perfect. 2D traipsed in after Murdoc, dropping his backpack beside the door after letting it swing closed behind him. It smelled dusty, the air cloyingly warm, and he wondered if an old person had owned this before croaking. It was decorated like his granny's house had been; everything seemed to be a shade of brown, and although there weren't doilies everywhere 2D was sure that there probably had been in the not-so-distant past. Muds was clearly familiar with the space, sitting heavily on the sofa to tug his boots off while 2D trod on the backs of his trainers so he could get them off his feet. The old awkwardness was back, but 2D supposed that it was natural. He turned to the door, tugging the handle up and turning the lock before testing it. Locked; there'd be no interruptions, he hoped, and he looked back at Muds.

Murdoc was watching him again, seeming somehow cagey. He had one boot off and had stopped halfway with the other, and 2D lifted a hand to give him a little wave. Murdoc snorted, tugging his boot free and lobbing it weakly in 2D's general direction. It didn't even make it halfway between them, and they weren't far apart. "Stop being weird, Dents. Think I owe you after yesterday, that's all. Trying to think about the best way to pay you back."

"What, for blowin' you?" 2D couldn't help seeming a little incredulous, because Murdoc considering himself in debt made 2D wonder if he'd hit his head. Muds would sooner be electrocuted than admit he owed anyone anything, and yet here he was… 2D fiddled with his jacket zipper, turning to face Murdoc properly. He was ignoring 2D's question, looking at 2D as if it was obvious… And 2D suddenly knew what he wanted. "Can we go back t'bed then?"

Murdoc snorted, looking 2D up and down. "Thought you were looking forward to this. Didn't think you meant having a nap."

"Didn't say anythin' about sleepin'." 2D took a deep breath, bracing himself. They were sort-of bickering, but it wasn't normal. It was more like… Weird Murdoc foreplay. 2D had to be specific, otherwise Muds would keep picking holes in what he was saying... Whittling 2D down from implication to explicit. 2D wasn't sure if Muds was doing it to be a prick, or because he liked being blatantly desired. Maybe it was both. "I was thinkin' earlier that I coulda been waking up next t'you this mornin' instead of by myself. So that's the next best thing, y'know?"

"Alright." Murdoc heaved himself up, tugging his shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor as he headed towards the narrow hallway that presumably led to the bedroom and bathroom. As he passed he caught 2D's hand— not his wrist, his hand, fingers interlocking in a way that made 2D's heart leap into his throat— and pulling him along almost gently. Guiding rather than yanking, as if 2D had gotten lost and Murdoc was taking him home… Maybe Murdoc was taking him home. 2D stared at the back of Murdoc's neck and his shoulders. His skin was far from perfect, dotted with freckles, moles, and the occasional divots of long-healed acne scars; the tattoo on his shoulder had blurred over the years, and while it still mostly looked like a skull it was hard to tell what was crossed beneath it. It looked a little like it said BORA CO DIE now. 2D was fairly sure it was prison ink, but he didn't know if that meant it was more or less likely to go all fuzzy.

"Here we go. The master suite." Murdoc was being highly sarcastic, but 2D didn't really care. It was a room with a bed in, that was all, and it could have been on the moon for all 2D cared. He leaned forwards, hugging Murdoc from behind with his free arm. Muds stiffened immediately, letting go of 2D's hand to grabbing the arm encircling him a little too tightly. Not in a fun way, either; it felt like Murdoc was a moment away from shoving him away. "No, I told you, I don't do that—"

"Just wanted t'hug you, Muds." Weird, but 2D wasn't going to ask why Murdoc had jumped to that conclusion. 2D let go and Muds did too, turning to watch as 2D took a little step back and held his hands up. "Nuffink else, I promise."

"Yeah, better be nothing else." Murdoc turned, jamming his hands into his pockets. He didn't look happy, and 2D slouched a little more in the hope of looking small and truthful. Murdoc scowled, before rubbing his jaw with one hand, covering his mouth for a moment. He looked tired, and 2D felt guilty although he wasn't sure why. "Don't sneak up on me again, 2D. You want to hug me like that, you ask, alright?"

"Yeah, Muds. I'll ask. M'sorry."

2D wanted to cringe into a little ball and disappear, sure he'd ruined this before they'd even started, before Murdoc breathed out and then begrudgingly held out his arms. 2D didn't hesitate before stepping forwards, all clingy again as he tried not to hug Murdoc too hard. His hands splayed wide on Murdoc's back, feeling him, and Muds sighed. His hold on 2D had been awkward, but it slackened and grew more natural with the loud exhale. "Why'd you still have all your clothes on, muppet?"

"I, er…" 2D mumbled against Murdoc's shoulder before lifting his head to rest his chin there. "I don't wanna rush… Wanna get in bed an' cuddle for a bit first. I missed you."

"Fuckin' pansy. Gerroff, then, 'cause all that cuddling won't happen if you won't let me go. Get your kit off." Murdoc's words were harsh, but he gave 2D a squeeze round the middle before he let go that probably meant be quick, I missed you too. It usually took a little time for his Muds to properly appear; it was like luring a wild animal into the open or something. A wild animal that liked biting and probably had mange or something, but 2D wasn't put off by any of that. Instead he just nodded, like the good boy he was. He'd do as he was told.

Cuddling with Murdoc was really nice. It made 2D feel somehow tiny when he got right up against Muds' side and used his chest as a pillow. He could hear Murdoc's heart; it had sped up as he'd wriggled in close and gotten comfy, and 2D was so happy... It was a sneaky little hint that Murdoc was enjoying this, because he was doing his best to pretend to be bored. It wasn't working. He wasn't putting any real feeling into his occasional sighs, and he'd made the mistake of almost kissing the top of 2D's head once… But it wouldn't be Murdoc if he'd just given in all easily, and 2D thought he might feel about ready to escalate things a bit.

He'd managed to keep a little distance between his dick and Murdoc's hip without it feeling unnatural… And it was highly necessary, because 2D had been hard almost as soon as he'd gotten close to Muds. It just wasn't an urgent sort of erection— more like his cock saying hi, just so you know I'm here than a do something with me for fuck's sake— and 2D hadn't wanted to cheapen the moment by prodding Muds with it. The bed was warm and surprisingly comfy, Murdoc was really there and they weren't in danger of being discovered, and 2D was comfortable here. At ease, even. Relaxed. A little sleepy, but in a good way; all the sharp edges had been sanded off the world.

He lifted his head, and Murdoc's eyes slid to him. "Thought you'd nodded off or something."

"Nah. I jus' like bein' with you all snug. Sorry if it was a bit borin'." 2D shifted a little to prop himself up on one elbow. One of his legs was on top of Murdoc's, crossing just above Muds' knee, and the movement not only got his leg between Murdoc's but also introduced his dick to Muds' hip. It made a sharklike smirk start to spread across Murdoc's face, and 2D bit his bottom lip. "I really wanna kiss you, Muds."

"Feels like you wanna do more than that, Faceache." Murdoc's hand settled on 2D's waist beneath the duvet, pulling him closer. "You're eager."

"Yeah, but you would be too if you were me." 2D traced the edge of one of Murdoc's nipples with the very tip of one finger, enjoying how it made Muds catch his breath. "You got off yesterday, an' I didn't."

"Twice." Murdoc chuckled before grunting as 2D pressed a little harder. "Had a quick wank after I woke up— didn't want to waste that picture you sent me, pretty boy."

"Not fair." 2D tried to pout, but Murdoc had started a little back-and-forth tugging that meant 2D was almost grinding against him rather than just lying there. "F'you wanna pay me back, you gotta make it even, Muds."

"Oh, I do, do I… Actually—" One moment 2D was on his side, the next he was flat on his back with one of Murdoc's hands planted on his chest; Murdoc was on all fours over him, kneeling between 2D's legs. 2D got a brief glimpse of Muds' dick before Murdoc's face lowered to fill his vision, only a few inches away. His breath was hot against 2D's skin, sour and tinged with cigarette smoke. "I'll make it even by the end of the day, Dents, don't you worry. Why're we wasting time talking about it? Should just get at it, time's tick—"

2D got Murdoc's necklace in his fist and pulled him down. It took Muds by surprise, but only for a second before he was kissing 2D so hungrily it was a miracle they weren't biting each other. His weight had dropped, pinning 2D to the mattress, his cock hot and hard against 2D's belly. 2D felt like an insect, feet scrabbling to find some purchase because he needed to move against Murdoc. One of his arms was stuck between them, but he raked the nails of the other hand down Murdoc's back. Muds hissed before catching 2D's bottom lip between his teeth— so sharp— in a vicious nip that didn't draw blood but left the flesh feeling throbbing and tender. It seemed to spread through 2D's entire body, a thud-thud-thud and heat that made him squirm and claw at Murdoc, finding a way to move his hips in rabbity jerks and twitches. Fuck, he needed…

Murdoc's weight lifted, just a little, and then a hand was wrapped around the head of his dick. Not just a hand, though… It took 2D a little too long to realise that Murdoc's cock was pressed against his, rubbing together in Murdoc's grip. It's like they're kissing too, although that was a stupid thought— 2D was glad his mouth was occupied, else he'd have probably said it out loud and really ruined the mood. Instead 2D rocked into Murdoc's hand, making whimpery sounds that seemed to make him less able to snog anywhere close to properly; he gave up when he licked Murdoc's cheek, before trying to catch his breath as Murdoc nuzzled his neck then caught 2D's earlobe between his teeth with a growl.

It honestly amazed 2D that he didn't just come then, but no; it wasn't enough, even though he felt all fizzy inside. He managed to free his other arm, grabbing a handful of Murdoc's hair and pulling as hard as he could. He couldn't ask for what he wanted, too preoccupied with the noises Murdoc was dragging out of him, but if he could have… He wanted more. More pain, more marks, more scars, more teeth… The only way he could get it was by escalating, turning this into something closer to a fight than what he'd initially asked for.

"Little shit…" Murdoc shook his head, freeing himself from 2D's hand like it was nothing, before he sank his teeth into the bruised skin of 2D's neck. 2D yelped, digging the nails of both hands into Murdoc's back so he could hold on. It hurt, it fucking hurt, his feet were cramping as they tried to go all pointy as if he was a ballerina and 2D managed to fuck Murdoc's hand fast enough to make his moans stick in his throat. His mouth was open in a silent scream, Murdoc sucking on his neck like a vampire and making pleased noises that 2D could feel, and the pressure building within him was too much to contain. Coming felt like a dam bursting, all the build up of the previous day joining in with the now as his body jerked as if he'd accidentally grabbed an electric fence.

Murdoc had let him go by the time 2D was done. Still lying mostly on him, chin resting on his fist as he looked down at 2D with undisguised pride. 2D smiled at him, licking his lips. "Wan' you to hurt me more, Mudsy."

"Only if you promise not to call me that in public." Murdoc licked his lips slowly, before looking up at a sound that 2D didn't fully recognise. A tinkling tune… Murdoc looked back to 2D with a rough little laugh. "You need to text your mummy, Faceache. Want me to get you your phone?"

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2D's annoying alarm had kept going off while Murdoc heaved himself up and off of Dents. He'd taken a moment to admire his handiwork as he'd scuffled through 2D's discarded clothes with one foot until his phone tumbled out of his jacket pocket along with a little rattling orange pill bottle; 2D wasn't as fucked as he could be— har-har— but he was well on the way. He had one hand to his neck, covering the place where Murdoc had bitten him, and the look on his face made Murdoc sure he was appreciating it. He was going to look like a dog had gotten him or something, and Murdoc was distinctly proud of himself.

"Have to blame that on one of those ex-girlfriends of yours. Shame, really. Did some good work there." Murdoc bent to pick up the phone and pills, the scratches on his back stinging as he stretched his arm out. 2D made a sound that was vaguely questioning, and Murdoc tossed the phone at him. It bounced off the mattress and whacked 2D high on one arm; Dents winced and rubbed his bicep, and Murdoc snorted. "You sure you want me to hurt you, D?"

"Not by throwin' stuff at me." 2D wrinkled his nose before patting around to find his phone, finally turning the alarm off. "S'not sexy, you doin' that. Just a bit ow."

"That clears it up." Murdoc had some other things to attend to, but he still put the pill bottle squarely on the bedside table where it should be safe from getting knocked over. His bag was on the dressing table, and he kept an eye on 2D in the mirror as he went through it. Dents had initially been looking at his phone before he'd gotten distracted, goggling dopily at Murdoc's back. Lube, check… Murdoc had to rummage deeper to find the ziplock bag with his pills in it. Just two, and he shook one into his hand and swallowed it dry. One now, one later; he didn't want to take them both now then have his cock fail on him later in the day. That done, he braced himself on the dressing table, looking back over his shoulder at 2D. "What's the damage?"

"Fink you might be bleedin' a little bit." 2D's brows knit together, and he looked at the nails on one hand then the other, passing his phone between them as he did. "Didn't fink I'd do that… I keep mine short, know I was scratchin' and stuff but…"

"Just means I'll have to keep my clothes on round the studio til they heal. Can't have both of us showin' up like we've been in a cage fight, it's too obvious." Murdoc shifted his weight from one side to the other. 2D's head moved as if he was watching a tiny tennis match, the tip of his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth. "You sent that message, Faceache?"

"Message…? Oh." 2D had already been pink, flushed with exertion and orgasm, but he went redder. He'd been caught in the act, even if the act was eyeing up the man he was fucking; his embarrassment was endearing, and Murdoc wanted it to keep going. "Er, no, just tryin' to decide if I wanna say we're almost there or… Cause then I'd need to text again, right, but if I say we made it then what if that's too fast?"

Murdoc turned back to the bed, taking the lube with him. He wouldn't need it yet, but if they had it with them it might warm up a bit… And it was stupid not to keep it in arm's reach. Murdoc didn't fancy any interruptions that weren't his idea. He climbed onto it, shoving 2D's feet apart so he could sprawl on his stomach, head level with Dents' knobbly knees.

Murdoc had occasionally been asked if he was a tit man or an arse man. His answer had usually varied depending on who was asking, which meant right now he felt fully justified in choosing legs. Dents was built like a chopping board, flat as fuck, but he had such long legs… He could have been one of those heroin chic models, if he'd been born a girl. Probably could have done it anyway, if they'd shoved a wig on him or something. Kate Moss eat your heart out.

"Tell 'er we made it. I drive fast, D, you know that… Tell her you've got to do some vocals or something and you'll give her a call later." It was a small concession, but Murdoc had to make it to keep the peace. He didn't want 2D ending up in a protracted conversation with his mother, and he didn't want Dents' mum getting a bee in her bonnet over her precious little boy being missing, so… Later it was. They'd need to take breaks, and with any luck 2D would sound so knackered that she'd be fast. Families were a pain in the arse; Murdoc was keeping his family chained up in the maximum security section of his brain, given that he didn't fancy giving them even the barest thought, but he supposed he appreciated having fewer people to manage. He honestly didn't know how Dents put up with it, but that was probably something to do with familial love or all that bollocks. Murdoc listened to the tic-tic-tic of 2D typing, before wriggling forwards to sink his teeth into the inside of 2D's thigh, about halfway up. 2D did that little squeak noise again, fumbling his phone; it landed on his stomach with a wet thwap, thankfully screen-side-up.

"Oi, Murdoc… Got spunk all over my phone, shit—" 2D snatched it up, his priorities clearly torn between wiping his phone off, finishing the message and Murdoc's teeth. Murdoc watched him from the corner of one eye, jaw closing a little more before he let go. 2D had a nice ring of indentations on his leg, and Murdoc gave him a little kiss right in the middle. "Muds, that ain't fair…"

"Hurry up, then. Don't fancy lying around bored while you figure out how to spell motorway. I'm just doing what you asked, Dents." Honestly Murdoc was happy to have a little bit of thinking time, but he had to keep 2D on his toes. He couldn't complain about Dents' request, because Murdoc did want to dial the intensity up to a thousand and have at it, but this wasn't like him losing his temper and using 2D as a stress ball. It had to be sexier than that, and Murdoc was also keen to get his cock properly involved. "Tick-tick… Ten… Nine…"

"I'm doin' it, I'm doin' it…" 2D stabbed at the screen with his thumbs, and Murdoc wished he'd dug about in his bedroom and found some fun things to play about with. He had to have something around that he could have hogtied D with, or maybe gagged him… If he'd thought about it for longer than a minute he'd have bought a whole kit, but he'd been too eager to get going and had only really considered a venue. This was the sort of piss-poor planning that he'd normally blame on 2D, but he couldn't figure out how to do that this time. "There. Sent it, Muds."

2D stretched over to drop his phone on the bedside table, looking at it and pulling a face before lifting his leg to look at the mark. It wasn't much; Murdoc hadn't put his all into it, and that was something he could probably do… Or…

"Lemme see those scars of yours."

Murdoc reached out, looping one arm around 2D's skinny thigh and giving it a tug. 2D seemed bemused but he still shuffled down the bed a little, sitting up so he could trace the nearly-invisible marks with the tip of one finger. "Here. See, there's three 'ere and four on th'other— from back when you had them claws. They hurt f'ages. Kept opening up an' they'd bleed an' get stuck t'my jeans."

"Wish I'd known." Murdoc reached out, feeling warm skin and then the smooth, healed-over scratches. 2D's legs weren't especially hairy— much like the rest of him— but the sparse, near-invisible fluff on his thighs tickled Murdoc's face as he leaned in to drag his tongue along one of the scars. It didn't taste any different than the skin around it, but that wasn't important. "I'd have given you more."

"Why'd you fink I want you t'have long nails again?" 2D smiled down at him, as gentle and beatific as a saint, stroking Murdoc's hair as if he was a lapdog and not a full-grown man. "Now bite me proper, Muds. That ain't gonna bruise and you know it."

"Alright, bossyboots, keep your hair on."

2D's inner thighs were slick with spit, splotched vivid red and purple, and Murdoc still couldn't keep his mouth off of them. He couldn't bite and suck at them the way he had been, wary of doing lasting damage, but the new bruises were tender enough that he could have made Dents whine without needing to try too hard. Some might have thought Murdoc the kind of man who'd be happy to have an easy option, but on the other hand…

Well, 2D was currently in possession of Murdoc's other hand, and so any accusations of Murdoc not doing his bit would have been slander. He could have sued, although he didn't fancy standing up in a court of law normally, let alone when the evidence was him being knuckle-deep in Dents' arse. I was just checking to see if I'd dropped my keys in there, honest… Murdoc grinned, nuzzling 2D's wet skin and pulling his fingers back a little just for the pleasure of feeling Dents tighten around him. Possessive little bastard… Murdoc couldn't see 2D's face, he'd collapsed back when Murdoc had kept up the biting, but the fucker was noisy. He got even louder when Murdoc pressed his thumb against Dents' taint to add a bit more pressure, wishing he could have taken a photo of this. 2D's bollocks seemed to be trying to creep back up to wherever they'd dropped from, and while Dents wasn't hard again Murdoc didn't think it mattered much in the grand scheme of things. It was still Dents' cock, so he still liked the look of it… Murdoc would find his phone later; it wasn't as if fingerfucking was being rationed, and Murdoc wasn't squeamish about getting his hands mucky.

"I ever tell you that you've got a pretty arsehole, Dents?" Murdoc was trying to keep his tone conversational, but it was hard. His voice kept trying to drop into a lower register, and he was ignoring his dick entirely. If he hadn't he wouldn't still be lying here, that was for sure, and he had to give 2D another nibble to ground himself again. Soon. "Seen a fair few in my time, but I think yours is the only one I reckon would be really photogenic."

2D's reply wasn't exactly words— unless nyugh was one of those slang phrases Noodle's lot kept coming up with— and Murdoc chose to ignore it, fingers crooking as best as they could given the close quarters they'd found themselves in. That was the secret to being good at this; Murdoc had seen plenty of blokes at various sex parties trying to use their fingers the same way they used their dicks— in-out, in-out, no consideration for the anatomy. He hadn't corrected them, because Murdoc didn't want people to know that he knew how to fuck; he didn't want anyone to expect things of him, preferring to underpromise and then overdeliver if he was in the mood to impress. Fingering was easy; it was the same principle as playing bass. Finger strength was key, and Murdoc could probably have dragged himself up Everest with just his pinkies if he'd fancied it.

"I'll get some good snaps later. And if you're ever by yourself an' decide to get some practice in… I'll allow it as long as you send me pictures. You've got those pianists' hands, sweetheart, long fingers and all, so I bet you'll have a great time... Only good thing about how thin those walls are back at the studio, I'd probably be able to hear you finger yourself through 'em." Murdoc could imagine it. He'd probably end up going through the wall he'd be pressed up against it so hard, and then how would they explain that? "You've been such a good boy. How long ago was it that I said you weren't allowed t'do that to yourself? Over a decade at least, and I know how much you love it. But you did what I told you— you behaved yourself. You've earned this, Faceache."

2D made another strangled noise, and Murdoc's upper lip twitched. Dents' legs were trembling on either side of him, and Muds watched them and wished he could set his hand to vibrate. That would be fun… But Murdoc was doing just fine and dandy using 2D's prostate as a fidget toy. You couldn't deny results.

"Just so you know, D, once you come I'm gonna swap my fingers for my cock and I'll grab you by the throat and fuck you stupid, just the way you like it." Murdoc was almost purring. It wouldn't be long at all now, he was sure of it, and he kissed his way slowly up 2D's leg. "My lovely little Faceache… Who'd have thought you'd be into all this. Be asking me to tie you up and spank you next—"

Oh, that did the trick. 2D's knees had abruptly bent with twin cracks, his back arching as he shuddered in that glorious silent choke… Murdoc blinked at the fluid slowly leaking from Dents' cock, very pleased with himself. It wasn't rocket science as to how 2D had come without being hard— Murdoc knew it was all connected down there, given that he was a doctor, and he'd been treating 2D like a mostly-empty tube of toothpaste so of course something had come out— but it felt like an achievement. That was two down as well, so they were all square and it wasn't even midday yet.

He slowly withdrew his fingers, ignoring the weak little moan 2D made in protest. Dents would be fine; that was just the warmup, and Murdoc was the main course and dessert… And yet he paused as he started to crawl up the bed, hands on either side of 2D's bony hips. This felt familiar; it was just like that picture Dents had sent him but better, because 2D was actually there instead of on a screen, and he looked far dopier. He could barely lift his head, all out of breath and sweaty, somehow reminiscent of a dropped toy, but he still tried to smile when Murdoc met his eyes. It felt… Too much somehow, that smile. Murdoc— for probably the first time ever— felt as though he maybe, possibly didn't quite deserve this. He'd gotten absurdly lucky, lottery win lucky, and found the only person who would consistently put up with his bullshit and still look at him like that. Other people— good people, the sort that did charity work and all that bollocks— lived lonely lives, while Murdoc had crashed a car into the face of a scrawny teenage moron and accidentally found the love of—

No, he was not thinking that.

Murdoc ducked his head out of necessity, unable to keep looking at Dents' face because clearly he had some sort of secret power. Telepathy or hypnosis or something. Murdoc didn't care if 2D was a mutant, but he didn't want to be thinking such sentimental bollocks. Not now, not ever. It was bad enough saying I love you all the time, let alone properly meaning it. He couldn't fuck Dents like this, it wouldn't be right… So licking 2D's stomach was a perfectly adequate distraction. Murdoc let his tongue unfurl as he did, focusing his attention on the little puddle of spunk that had started to spread across 2D's belly, following the pull of gravity. It didn't taste like much— although Murdoc was amazed that he had any tastebuds left, so his observations might not have been entirely accurate— but Murdoc wasn't doing this as a gourmet experience, he was doing it because the thought of it had turned him on before… And the reality wasn't disappointing, either. Murdoc knew all too well that certain things could be erotic in theory but not in practice; he'd once spent an hour or so arguing with a hooker, trying to get a refund when he hadn't enjoyed… Whatever the fuck he'd decided to try. It had happened a few times, if he was honest, but surely that meant he was open-minded.

"Mh, thass good, Muds…" 2D sighed, one of his hands settling lightly on the back of Murdoc's neck. Murdoc grunted in response, noticing the gentle pressure of 2D's fingers a moment later. He was being directed, although in a far more polite way than he'd have done it, Dents delicately piloting him further sideways. As if Murdoc didn't know that the little fucker liked having his cum gutters messed with— he'd have gotten there, they were called that for a reason, but if 2D insisted… "Uh… Yeah, righ'… Righ' there, an'…"

Murdoc couldn't start biting him again, because he wouldn't stop until 2D was one big bruise from top to toe, but he had to make do; opening his mouth so he could skim over Dents' eager skin with his front teeth. 2D shivered, his hold on the back of Murdoc's neck tightening as if Dents was trying to pick him up like a kitten. It wouldn't work, and Murdoc ignored D's attempts to hold him in place and swapped sides. It only made 2D more squirmy; Murdoc had to grab his hips hard to keep him in place, and even that wasn't particularly effective. All of 2D's wriggling and whining was also going straight to Murdoc's cock, and it was getting harder and harder to hold himself back. He'd started this because he needed to force his walls back up, but now it was more of a punishment for Dents for making Murdoc think such cutesy bollocks. 2D would have to wait, to get so worked up that it would be a relief to be fucked. He'd probably thank Murdoc for the privilege. Dents was polite like that. Always apologising and saying please, so excited when Murdoc called him a good boy without the slightest hint of irony. Maybe Murdoc would get him stickers as a little treat. He'd probably love that. Give him one every time Murdoc gave him one— the thought almost made him snicker, before 2D grabbed his hair and yanked his head up. Murdoc grimaced, on the verge of giving 2D a piece of his mind, before he got a good look at Dents' pink, damp face and big, wet eyes. Murdoc licked his lips, realising he was panting, tightening his hold on 2D's hips. "Ask nicely, Faceache."

"Fuck me, Muds. Please."

For a moment Murdoc had considered asking him to beg, but there was no way he could do that. Not to himself, and not to his Faceache.

2D hadn't noticed when he'd started crying, and he probably would have been entirely oblivious if Murdoc hadn't slowed down, looking at him as if he'd suddenly developed measles.

It had been overwhelming from the start, and 2D wasn't used to sex being like this. He and Murdoc hadn't… He could have counted the times they'd done it on both hands, and it wasn't normal yet. It might never be. How could anyone get used to feeling so… He felt like prey, but that wasn't right. 2D watched nature documentaries when he got stoned, feeling bad for the gazelles and zebras and all as they became food for lions and crocodiles, and none of those hunted animals wanted to be eaten.

If 2D had been a deer and Murdoc had been a wolf, there wouldn't have been a hunt. He'd have lain down and let Murdoc tear his throat open. This wasn't quite as final physically, but mentally? 2D didn't know if he'd ever be able to be normal again after this.

He'd been feeling it all weekend. How he had to sit facing the door when they'd gotten lunch so he could see if Murdoc would slope in, how he'd been unable to focus on anything other than waiting that morning, how he'd immediately sought help from Murdoc when he could have told Jasmine to get bent. He'd put Murdoc Niccals at the centre of his universe, even though that was so stupid. He'd only get hurt again, he'd never be satisfied, he'd never ever get that MGMT happy ending he'd always assumed he'd end up with— make some music, make some money, find some models for wives. Instead he'd found a black hole and fallen in love with it, and he knew it, and…

And he ached. His legs, his arse, his neck, his jaw, his head... Murdoc hadn't been gentle in his rush to fulfil 2D's request to be fucked. He'd half-forced himself inside, only able to do so because 2D was so desperate the speed had felt necessary, and then one of his hands had closed around 2D's throat. It was familiar, but not Muds' usual throttling; it was almost gentle, his calloused fingers reawakening the bruise he'd left. 2D could still breathe— he had to so he could endure the stinging pain of Murdoc's entrance— but he was so aware that it could be cut off at any point. He was completely and utterly at Murdoc's mercy, and 2D knew that was often in short supply.

All of that, and he was so, so happy.

"Don' stop." 2D's voice was all wobbly, and he squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to not be crying that really didn't work. He'd been holding Murdoc's shoulders, unable to do much except hang on and try his best not to be a dead fish. His legs were next to useless, but every movement Muds made pressed against the bitemarks he'd left and made them sing. "M'not sad—"

"I know. Shut your hole, Dents." Murdoc's knees splayed a little further apart, his next thrusts verging on vicious. 2D tried to do as he was told and breathe normally, but got stuck in a loop of damp half-sobs that didn't fill his lungs properly. He still tried to bring his hips up, to be a good boy, to be Murdoc's good boy, but it was so hard when he was making himself dizzy. Murdoc groaned, before the hand around 2D's neck released to pinch his cheek. 2D opened his eyes, Murdoc's unimpressed face about three inches away from his.

And he'd stopped.

2D felt his bottom lip wobble, and Murdoc glowered at him.

"So it's gonna be like this, is it?" 2D wasn't sure what Murdoc meant, but his chest kept hitching painfully. He didn't want to be doing this either, he had wanted to stick to the plan. To be cool and sexy and demanding, to be worthy of all the effort Muds had put in so far. Murdoc adjusted his weight, avoiding 2D's eyes as he settled on him fully, like a really specifically shaped weighted blanket. His chin was resting on 2D's chest, mouth twisted to one side. "Go on, then, spit it out."

"Wha…?" The heavy warmth of Murdoc's body did seem to be helping. 2D could breathe in and feel it filling his lungs a bit more, and although he was still snivelling it all felt a little less overwhelming. "I'unno whatcha muh… Mean, Muds, I…"

"Come off it. Thought you wanted it dirty, Faceache, but look at you, all emotional… I told you we could do all that romantic shit if you wanted, but I'm not psychic." Murdoc rolled his eyes, still pointedly avoiding looking at 2D directly. He sounded like a bored teenager when he next spoke, but even in 2D's foggy brain it didn't ring as sincere. "Just tell me why you're crying, Tosspot. You were gonna a minute ago, so get it over and done with."

"Oh..." 2D was? He hiccuped, feeling more emotions starting to ball up at the base of his throat. His face wanted to crumple, and he had to work so hard to speak… "I… I'm jus' really happy, Muds. T'be wiv you. An' it hit me really hard, cause I jus'… I jus' really, really love you, an' it's so weird an' I never felt anyfink like it 'fore—"

"See? Romantic shit." Murdoc swallowed loudly, and 2D nodded. His nose was running now, eyes stinging like he'd accidentally gotten something in them— and that reminded him of how nice Muds had been in that grotty pub toilet, and 2D couldn't stop himself. He clasped both hands over his mouth, shoulders shaking as he screwed his eyes tight shut. This was probably it. Murdoc had tried to warn him, but 2D couldn't have toned it down. He was entirely unguarded, and he was terrified of the next bit. Murdoc pulling back— physically or emotionally— and knowing that it had been too much. That Muds shied away from intimacy and honesty, and 2D had nuked this whole thing from orbit because he was too stupid. He hadn't thought he could change Muds, but he'd hoped… "You're a daft bastard, Dents."

Murdoc moved with a groan, an arm wrapping around 2D's shoulders. He hugged Murdoc without thinking, pressing his snotty face into the crook of Muds' neck.

"I love you too, sweetheart. Satan knows I'm shit at it, but I can try to be romantic if I know that's what you want— you just can't start fucking weeping and expect me to ignore it." Murdoc had lowered his voice, murmuring into 2D's hair. "Plenty of time for rough today, Dents. We can play nice for a little bit first. Get this out of your system. Out of our systems."

"Uhuh." 2D wasn't ever going to move again. He was safe here, hidden from the world because Muds was in the way; his Muds, and while 2D felt horrible for doubting him it only made Murdoc being so loving feel even better. Muds moved gingerly, leaning back enough to give 2D a kiss on the cheek that only seemed a little bit grumpy. "M'sorry…"

"Oh no. You love me too much. Dunno how I'll cope." Murdoc's eyes had focused on 2D's lips. They flicked back up to his eyes for a moment, but didn't stay… It was odd to realise Murdoc was thinking about kissing him, and that he looked faintly wistful. "Dunno if anyone's ever been that nice to me before, Dents. Reckon I could get used to it, if you promise you won't change your mind."

"I promise, Murdoc."

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Murdoc had been in so many beds he couldn't remember them all. Beds he'd talked his way into, beds he'd paid his way into, hotel rooms and shitty squats and beds that weren't actually beds but he was counting them as beds for this thought exercise. He'd probably fucked in every position in the Karma Sutra and the Cosmo Magazine archives, with people from across the spectrums of gender and sexuality— Murdoc was an equal opportunities pervert, after all, even if he didn't really care about any of that bullshit— and yet.

This was different.

It was missionary in a boring bedroom with Dents, who Murdoc knew so well he could make him a cup of tea without asking how many sugars— six, because Dents was a maniac who apparently wanted to lose the rest of his teeth— and yet…

Different.

It was even different from the other times he'd fucked 2D, because they hadn't combined emotions and sex properly before. They hadn't had the time. In the car on the way down had been a rush job— Murdoc had said stuff, but that didn't automatically mean he'd been feeling things. You could say anything, but that didn't mean it was true. Murdoc had tried that before in an attempt at manifestation, spending a solid afternoon chanting I'm a billionaire and concentrating so hard he'd given himself a headache, but his bank account hadn't been mysteriously flush with cash. And yeah, he hadn't been lying when he said he loved Dents, but Murdoc loved a lot of things. He loved Black Sabbath, but he wouldn't want to marry them… Or maybe he would want to, if Sharon Osborne wouldn't have him shot for stealing her man and he could snag Ozzy from the early days. A better example… He'd loved his Winnebago, but he'd never wanted to marry it or get frisky with the exhaust pipe. Even on the really lonely nights.

He didn't want to marry 2D either, but now it was less about Dents and more about Murdoc's deeply held belief that marriage was a scam to make people spend too much on stupid cakes and dresses. Murdoc didn't ever want— or need— to get hitched, because he was already spoken for. He was committed to the band, and it just so happened that when Murdoc thought of the band he thought of Dents. He was the key, after all; his voice was the only thing that was truly irreplaceable. You could get another guitarist, another drummer, even another bass legend, but you couldn't sneak another vocalist in and have it go unnoticed.

So here they were.

2D was loose-limbed and delicate. His eyes were still puffy and red from the tears, but he'd gotten past that; his hands rested lightly on Murdoc's waist, and he was once again hard to look at directly. It ought to be against the laws of physics to look that innocent while getting fucked, but Dents kept on looking at him with such pure affection that it made Murdoc's skin crawl. That sort of expression wasn't for him; it was like staring into the sun, and that worrying sore feeling swelled in his chest cavity whenever he didn't turn his face away fast enough. He couldn't tell if he liked it, but his attention kept sneaking back to 2D's soft smile and extra-messy hair. Murdoc's hands were balled into tight fists because that was the only way he could focus on the actual job at hand; moving smoothly and deliberately, each thrust seeming to engage every muscle between Murdoc's neck and his knees. He was too old for this— not the sex, but how he felt. He'd lived his entire life avoiding sincerity, so how the fuck was he meant to do it now…?

"Y'look good when y'focusing, Muds." Dents sounded relaxed, almost drowsy, and Murdoc squinted at him. There was a hint of something else in his smile; his eyes had narrowed, become sly, and 2D licked his lips slowly and highly deliberately. Murdoc caught a glimpse of Dents' tooth gap and felt wobbly for a moment, before 2D's hands were sliding up his torso. "Y'quieter when s'you an' me. But it ain't bad. You ain't… Performing."

"You been listenin' in on me?" Murdoc tried to muster up a growl and failed. Instead he'd sounded almost simpering, flattered… And he was a bit, but he was also connecting more stuff with red string in his mind. Murdoc had never considered the differences between his more private encounters— that was, shagging when he wasn't with the band— and those that were likely to be overheard. Alone, he wasn't especially noisy, but he'd always assumed that those encounters were usually based on funds being exchanged and so he didn't need to put in any work… Ergo he'd let out the occasional grunt but not really do much else. When they were on the road or recording— or otherwise living together— they lived almost on top of each other, although there was some level of organisation. If they splurged and got four hotel rooms it always went Noodle, Russ, Dents, him; they'd never discussed it, but it was obvious that the others wanted to shield Noodle from various noises, and Russ didn't like being disturbed… But this put an interesting spin on things, because whenever Murdoc took a groupie back to his room things tended to get loud. He'd had noise complaints sometimes, but he had a reputation to live up to… So he'd give 'em the Murdoc Niccals experience, but he'd never considered that maybe it wasn't whoever he was shagging who he was putting on a show for.

Dents was always quiet when he had someone in his room, which was another thing Murdoc hadn't noticed that he'd noticed until now. He knew D had been getting laid, because he'd have an irritating little smile the next day… But things were rapidly falling into place, and Murdoc was amazed at how dense he was.

He'd been making sure 2D could hear him.

He hadn't been annoyed by 2D's smirk, he was annoyed because 2D was fucking someone else.

There was something horribly, horribly wrong with him.

"Couldn't 'elp it." 2D's hands splayed on Murdoc's chest and he made a breathy, pleased sound, thumbs rubbing back and forth along Murdoc's sternum. He matched their rhythm, and Murdoc realised that Dents wasn't simply taking it the way he had been a few minutes ago. It was subtle but there; he could feel 2D moving under him, and things felt different. A little more depth, a little more resistance… Dents hadn't been a dead fish, but he'd apparently recovered from being emotional and wasn't the sort who'd let Murdoc keep doing all the work— of course he wasn't. "Not deaf, Muds… C'n I mess about with these a bit?"

2D accompanied his question with a squeeze of Murdoc's chest. Although it wasn't focused on Murdoc's nipples he knew what Dents meant— even that little bit of attention had made Murdoc suppress a shiver, and he tried not to look like he wanted it. "If you're not fussed 'bout me lasting much longer…"

That was the wrong answer. 2D's grin shifted to something wicked, the only warning Murdoc got before Dents' hands moved, a flick of his thumbs making Murdoc moan way higher than his voice usually went. 2D laughed, squirmed, did it again harder, then pinched Murdoc's nipples with a firm grip. Murdoc gasped and shuddered, and Dents' legs locked tight around his waist.

"C'mon, Muds, s'your turn— dare you t'fill me up, y'know you wanna." 2D's tone was light and teasing, and his lips ghosted against Murdoc's. "Test them pills you got, hm? Wanna see how quick I can get you up again… An' again, an' again…"

Murdoc whined and 2D finally kissed him properly. It snapped the final fraying thread of his self-control; no more slow, no more of the in-hold-out that Murdoc had been maintaining. Hard, fast and desperate, skin slapping against skin as Murdoc dropped into the sex equivalent of a sprint. 2D groaned into his mouth, now pinching viciously, and Murdoc tried to get deeper inside Dents but couldn't, pressing close against him in futile effort as he came and couldn't think about anything other than the waves of ohfuckyeah that started from his cock and moved through him like ripples across the surface of a pond.

"Your turn, D. What's your controversial opinion about fucking, then?"

2D was a bit too out of it to notice the question at first. Muds had been messing about with his hair, and it had sent him into a sort of trance… Alongside Murdoc's very long and very involved argument about how a sex position 2D had never heard of should be called something different because… Well, 2D didn't know. At least he could pretend the entire pause was because he was thinking, although it was a fairly easy question for him to answer. "Threeways ain't as good as people say."

"… Go on."

Murdoc seemed vaguely sceptical, and 2D shrugged at him. "See, yeah, s'like… Two sets of tits, great, til you're there an' s'like… I dunno what to do. I ain't coordinated enough, so no matter what someone's bein' disappointed, then I feel bad for gettin' off. An' it's tiring."

"You ever have one with another bloke? Eiffel tower it?" Murdoc's nails grazed against 2D's scalp, and he went all goosebumpy. He was lying on his front so he wouldn't make a mess on the sheets, head pillowed on his folded arms, enjoying the little break while Murdoc's cock was out for the count. Muds was sitting slouched against the headboard, having just stubbed out a ciggy in an empty mug. They could have done other stuff, probably, but 2D was also wary of getting another migrane; a break was a good idea, even if 2D wished it wasn't.

"No. Guessin you 'ave…" The thought of doing that with Murdoc was oddly exciting, although 2D wasn't really bothered about whoever would be in the middle. He nibbled on his lip, not caring if Murdoc knew what he was thinking about. "Prob'ly coulda, but didn't wanna risk endin' up in the middle. Y'know, cause you told me not to— it ain't like I fancy blokes, but if one weren't bad an' that wasn't off-limits…"

"Little whore— so you don't fancy blokes, eh?" Murdoc snorted, and 2D nodded earnestly. That was a mistake, because Murdoc immediately soured. "So you don't fancy me, then? Or am I not a bloke to you?"

"Oh, no, I didn't mean like…" 2D ignored the instinct to freeze, reaching out to pat Murdoc's side. "I fancy you, Muds, really fancy you, an' you… You're manlier'n I am, you know that, I meant… If I'm out an' I see a fit girl, I'd be up for it, right? But I don't really 'ave that with blokes— s'like, yeah, I can tell if someone's handsome or whatever, but I'd prolly wanna talk to 'im a bit first."

Murdoc folded his arms, eyes sliding away, and 2D wished he could explain himself better. He swallowed, gently touching Murdoc's hand, and decided that it might be fun to grovel a bit. Especially given the circumstances… If it turned Muds on, then…

"But, y'know, I fink… I mean, might just be me lookin' back, right, but I reckon I fancied you from the start but didn't realise." 2D couldn't help talking too fast, and Murdoc wrinkled his nose instead of responding. 2D inched himself forwards, pressing against Murdoc's side. "Nah, Muds, you remember… Used t'follow you about the place, right? An' I thought you were so cool… An' I wanted to impress you all the time, an'… An' you gotta remember after the Paula thing, an' you had me round the neck— you looked down, I know you saw, an' I wasn't… When you walked in on me… I weren't doin' that 'cause I missed Paula."

"I wasn't born yesterday, 2D. What, you were thinking about me? Come off it, you're a shit liar."

"You came into my room an' you had me by the neck an' you kept scratchin' me and askin' if Paula fucked me instead of the other way round... An' then you pushed me over an' left, an' I wanted to go back to bein' sad but I couldn't." 2D couldn't look directly at Murdoc's cock, but he was sure something in that general region was changing. He caught hold of Murdoc's wrist, lowering his voice. "I was so fuckin' horny, Muds, an' I tried wankin' normally but it weren't right… I knew Paula left that, an' I kept thinkin' about what you'd said, an' I couldn't 'elp myself. But it was the right choice, 'cause it meant I was ready for you when you came back."

It was mostly true, 2D had just tidied up so it made sense; turning it into something like fate rather than just a thing that had happened between them. 2D hadn't been thinking of Murdoc back then, but he hadn't not been thinking of Murdoc; he'd never considered why he'd wanted to do that instead of getting off the way he usually did, but it made sense that it had been related to the confrontation with Muds.

"Pft. You're fucking pathetic, Faceache." Murdoc unfolded his arms, giving 2D's hair a mean little yank… But he'd said Faceache, and so 2D liked the pain rather than flinching from it. His other hand twisted, breaking free of 2D's grip but only to hold his hand properly. It was enough to make 2D feel like he was glowing— love was so strange and amazing, and he wished they could be like this all the time. "Want me to fuck you from behind later? For old times' sake?"

"Yes please, Muds." 2D gave his arse a little wiggle, knowing Murdoc could see from his higher vantage point. "We ain't done it again since then, 'ave we…?"

"Don't think so. Can't see your face from that angle, can I?" Murdoc squeezed 2D's hand, so even though he'd sounded almost bored 2D knew this was Muds trying to be romantic. It was romantic, if you asked him; Murdoc wanted to see him? Kiss him while fucking him? Murdoc loved him that much… "But yeah, we'll do that… And maybe when we get the album on tour we'll find us a groupie to share, eh?"

"Really?" 2D lifted his head abruptly, and Murdoc grinned wolfishly at him. "But… Thought you didn't like other people messin' with your stuff?"

"Without permission. You'll be up the head end, mind you… Front row seat for my little pervert. You've been listening for long enough, eh?" Murdoc winked. "Kick her out after, so I can get you off and tell you how much of a better fuck you are."

2D sighed, feeling dreamy. "An' I'll tell you 'bout how nobody can give head as good as my Muds, even though you know that already… An' you gotta get a bit jealous, yeah? Else what's the point?"

"I'll try." Murdoc lifted 2D's chin with one finger, and 2D grinned up at him. "Already not happy 'bout you being the town bike, D, all those bloody children… How many times did you get the clap slagging about, hm?"

"Four... No, five, but I ain't got anyfink now. Get checked up an' that." His mum had made him— the good side of her being a nurse, he supposed— and she'd bug him every other month if he hadn't gone to the docs back when he'd lived down here. It had sort-of become a habit, especially given his eyes and the headaches and all that. The walk-in clinic he went to these days even gave him a lollipop at the end, so that was worth going for… As was the reassurance that his cock wasn't about to drop off because he hadn't realised he'd caught something. "Blood tests an' everyfink. Better t'be safe."

"Should have learned that earlier. Five? You're lucky you never got anything worse, muppet. What were you thinking…?" Murdoc shook his head, highly disapproving, before patting his thighs, signalling 2D to come and sit on his lap. The sound caught 2D's attention and he turned his head. Someone's up again… He pushed himself on to all fours, scanning the bed for the lube and finding it wedged under one of the pillows Murdoc was leaning on. "Lemme guess, it doesn't feel as good?"

"Well… Yeah?" 2D blinked slowly, attention focused on straddling Murdoc's thighs rather than talking. Then he had to get Muds all slippery, and that was distracting… His tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth, trying not to spill his palmful of lube and anxious to make sure he did it properly. This stuff was magic, but if you didn't use enough… Well, they hadn't done it right in round one, and 2D didn't wanna have to stop because things hurt too much. Murdoc made a quiet grumbly sound as 2D stroked him, tilting his head back and shutting his eyes. "An' s'kinda… Better… Bit risky?"

"Hurry it up, Faceache— what do you mean, better?"

"I dunno." 2D scooted himself forwards, getting hold of Murdoc's shoulder with his free hand. The other was on angling duty; it was harder to lower himself because he needed to clench a bit more as he got into position, far too aware that this was round… Two? How did you count that sort of thing? The main concern was that he didn't want to accidentally leak onto the bedding, although that was probably a stupid thing to be worried about. Finally being able to let those muscles loosen was a relief, even if the press of Murdoc's cockhead reminded 2D of how tender he was. Ah well. If things got really bad he had his painkillers, right? "Uh, fuckin'… Um… S'just… I used t'like it, y'know, an'… It was hot, havin' 'em ask me t'finish in 'em… Oh, one… One sec, Muds, y'so…"

"Like you asked me?" Murdoc caught hold of his waist, helping him go slowly, and 2D nodded. He couldn't talk, needing to do the careful breathing that meant he could get past the discomfort and chase the good feeling. It did feel easier, a bit less of a stretch… Murdoc groaned, and 2D nodded again. He agreed with that; he felt the same, he just couldn't make noises else he'd lose the careful bubble of inner peace and calm he was hanging onto. "No you… You dared me to fill you up— you're so lucky you aren't a bird, Faceache. So, so lucky…"

"I know."

2D knew Murdoc meant because we can't have babies, but he was choosing a different angle. He was lucky because if he'd been a girl his life would have gone a totally different way. He'd probably be living blandly with a husband and kids, and while that was fine for some people…

He didn't think girl-him would ever have been as happy as he'd been today.

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Dents wanted him jealous, and so Dents would get him jealous, but it was getting harder and harder to maintain it. Murdoc wasn't going to sulk like a little bitch while 2D was enjoying himself; as if he could stick out his bottom lip and fold his arms like a brat being told they couldn't have a new toy. Murdoc had even given up on scowling, and that was basically his default facial expression— 2D had his eyes closed anyway, so it really boiled down to talking again.

Murdoc supposed this was what he got for shagging a singer. All those lyrics, of course 2D liked words, and there was always a part of him that sneered at dirty talk as a bit awkward. If it slipped out naturally it was different, but Murdoc had made mistakes before… Although the words big fat arse had been involved with one of the more dramatic incidents— he'd meant it in an approving way, but it hadn't been taken well— and there probably wasn't much danger of that happening with Dents. Murdoc was more likely to describe him as bony, but that wasn't especially flattering, so he wouldn't. Especially when said bony arse was grinding against him, 2D having switched from his spacehopper moves to a back'n'forth grinding that reminded Murdoc— oddly— of those mechanical bull things. He'd never had much time for them himself, but he'd seen some people who were eerily good at staying on; it was all in the hips, that much was obvious, so Murdoc could probably have been King of the Rodeo if he had given a shit… And he supposed Dents could share that crown.

For all of 2D's yammering about not being coordinated, he did just fine when he was enjoying himself. Any stripper would pay to be able to roll their body the way Dents was; long undulations that started with his chest and finished with his hips, head tilted back and mouth hanging open so Murdoc had a great view of his fillings. Honestly the best thing about the dick pills— other than being able to get hard again fast— was how oddly detached Murdoc felt from his cock. It wasn't scary. It still felt good, but it felt as though he was in a mental refractory period, as though he'd turned the sensory volume down a bit. Other men— lesser men— would probably have been pissed about it, but Murdoc was far wiser. Being in this state meant he had a front-row seat to Dents all blissed out and having a great time, and he didn't need to worry about shooting off early and missing out.

"You ever put this much effort in with anyone else?" Murdoc already knew the answer, but he wanted to confirm it, folding his arms behind his head and letting himself relax further. It was highly pleasant, not needing to put in any work; all he'd had to do was get comfy, knees bent and heels firmly planted on the mattress, and 2D was handling the rest. Dents shook his head, and Murdoc grumbled happily to himself. He was tempted to light up, except that might be pushing it a bit… Instead he lowered his gaze past 2D's still-soft cock to his bruise-mottled thighs, feeling a burst of pride at his handiwork. Or, er, mouthiwork. "Think you'll start missing pussy, D? You sure this'll be enough for you?"

2D shook his head harder, and Murdoc gave his hips a jerky shove up in the hope of making Dents use his words. It made 2D yelp but didn't put him off; instead he leaned back, setting his hands on Murdoc's bent knees. The change in angle seemed to be a hit; 2D tried to speak but let out a soft moan instead, then had to pry his eyelids open just enough to look down at him. "More'n enough… Won' miss it, Muds, not even a little bit…"

"You know what happens when you lie to me, Faceache, so you'd better mean that." Murdoc tilted his head to one side, and 2D's eyelids fluttered as they tried to close again. There was a bright sheen of sweat on Dents' skin, and Murdoc licked his lips. "Lucky I ain't into all that chastity cage bollocks, or I'd lock you up so fast… S'fine in theory, but I couldn't have you clanking about… I'd probably lose the key, too. Prefer easy access, anyway. Shoulda made you bring that cheerleader costume."

"Aw… Yeah, Muds, next time…" 2D stopped speaking as his face lapsed into an expression that seemed a close cousin to pained, before he regained control over himself. He was moving faster now, his grip on Murdoc's knees tightening. "An' I… I won' wear nuffink under it either…"

"Good boy." Murdoc settled a hand on 2D's leg. You had to reward good behaviour; he'd seen some telly program about dog training a while back, all about positive reinforcement… He pressed hard on one of the darker bruises, purple flecked with little red spots like a graze beneath 2D's skin. Dents shuddered, and Murdoc felt him tighten around his dick. Just a little flutter, but Murdoc wasn't the sort of moron who'd ignore a sign like that. Yadda yadda, tornadoes and butterfly wings, journeys starting with a single step… All those cliches about something small leading to something bigger. "Be able to bend you over whenever I fancy it. Stick a film on and have you sit on my lap so I can mess about a bit… Could do the same if you weren't wearing anything, but it's more fun if you are. Adds a little extra something… Dressing up just for me. Have to be soon, sweetheart, I don't want these to fade— but I'll do it again if I have to. You've got gorgeous legs, but they're even better now."

Murdoc slid his hand higher up 2D's thigh. He didn't need to look to tell when he'd found a sore spot; Dents gave the game away immediately, and it was only logical to see what happened when Murdoc used both hands. 2D squirmed, chin dropping to his chest as he moaned, a guttural sound that wouldn't have been out of place in one of his zombie flicks. The sound kept going, too, longer and longer until Dents had to snatch a desperate breath in. His grinding had sped up, growing more and more purposeful until 2D seemed to give in; he caught hold of Murdoc's shoulders with clumsy hands, holding him in a vice-grip and using that as leverage to treat Murdoc's cock like a fucking pogo stick. Fucking hell, D was determined… His expression looked like he was taking a beating— which Murdoc supposed he was— but the sounds… Dents' voice was getting higher and higher, stuck in a loop of uh-fuh which Murdoc assumed was meant to be oh fuck, and all Murdoc could really do physically was to keep the pressure on with his fingers and let 2D use him like a toy.

Verbally, though… Murdoc had plenty of options, and it was near enough mandatory for him to talk 2D through it. Dents had been right; it worked, and that was more than enough reason to really go for it.

"Y'so good at this, Faceache, and as you've been so well behaved… Easy access goes both ways, don't it? I'll figure something out, don't you worry, even if I gotta spring for a hotel— just let me know and my cock's all yours. I'll even throw a few blowies in, sweeten the deal, seeing as you were so polite last time… Asking if you could come, you little angel, no wonder I love you— y'make it easy." Murdoc found himself smiling as 2D's nails dug into his shoulders. It was a soppy, stupid smile, one that widened as he looked up at Dents; his cheeks were flushed hectic red with effort, eyes screwed shut and mouth twisted into a snarl, and it was easy to look at him and think, yeah, I love the little shit. Love didn't have to mean change and limitations; Murdoc was still doing whatever the fuck he wanted with whoever he wanted, it just so happened that the who and what turned out to be 2D more often than not these days… And it had been that way for longer than Murdoc cared to admit. "Like you were made for me or something. Absolutely perfect."

2D made a choking sound, then became dead weight for a fleeting moment before his body spasmed. Dents jittered through orgasm as if he'd somehow set himself on vibrate, shoulders heaving, but not making a sound; he was so quiet it was a bit eerie, and Murdoc was on the verge of being worried before 2D sucked in a ragged breath, then slowly slumped forwards to lean heavily against Murdoc's chest. He was so warm, all slippery with sweat, and when Murdoc got an arm around his back it was a bit like hugging some slimy amphibious creature. Overall a bit gross, even by Murdoc's standards, but he forgot all about that when Dents snuggled closer, his harsh breathing tickling Murdoc's neck, then made a happy little grumbly sound that reminded Murdoc of a purring cat. It was an intensely satisfied, content noise… Not a bad result for doing fuck-all, a real win for a lazy bastard. Murdoc fumbled for his cigarettes with his free hand, craning his neck to get one in his mouth without getting a gobful of Dents' hair. Lighting it was harder, but 2D was sweaty enough that he might have been a bit less flammable than usual… It was worth the risk, especially as Murdoc's brain was finally getting the memo his dick had been trying to send. It seemed considerate to let 2D get his wits back about him before trying anything else. This was a marathon, not a sprint, it was important not to rush.

"C'n I…?" 2D lifted his head a little before wincing, flopping back against Murdoc's shoulder. "Ow."

"Better not be another headache, Dents." Murdoc held the ciggy in the corner of his mouth as he pulled 2D up and off of his cock, immediately regretting it. It was cold outside of Dents, and Murdoc's dick settled against his stomach, slimy and resentful at being evicted. 2D didn't get snuggly again, and Murdoc regretted moving. They should have stayed how they were… But it was too late for that now. "Thought you said shagging didn't trigger 'em."

"Nah, s'my leg… Crampin' up." 2D flinched again, attempting to stretch his left leg out before stopping abruptly, hissing in pain. "Fuckin' kills, ow-ow-ow…"

"Your pills're on the side." Murdoc couldn't reach them with 2D still sitting on him, but if the muppet kept squirming and carrying on he'd probably fall off anyway. Murdoc was fairly sure they were just general painkillers, not headache-specific, so they ought to work for cramps— it wasn't like there were any other options. "You're a big boy. You can get 'em yourself if you want 'em."

"My mum gave me these." The little orange pill bottle with all the little white pills in it. 2D was turning it over in his hands, feeling fuzzy. Murdoc was so clever, reminding him about his pills; he'd taken two, because his leg was so sore, and then he… Hadn't moved. Sprawled sideways across the bed, legs across Murdoc's lap, at first he'd been all spacey because that was the… Third…? Time he'd come today, which was crazy. It had felt like his brain had left, and it couldn't return; Murdoc had started idly stroking the backs of his legs, dragging out the dopey feeling longer and longer… And then 2D had realised that the painkillers had kicked in. He was absolutely stoned, but at least his leg didn't hurt any more... Nothing hurt any more, and that was nice, and he was with Muds which was even nicer. "S'that weird?"

"Thought she was a nurse." Murdoc sounded unimpressed, and 2D wished he could move. He wanted to smoke, but that was a bad idea when he was all wobbly, so he needed Murdoc to do all the fiddly bits else the place would go up in smoke. That couldn't happen; 2D needed them both to stay here, together, and be cosy and comfy and close. "Not that weird."

"Meant when I was a kid. Same ones." The pills rattled against the plastic, and 2D gave them a little shake. The sound was nice, but it would probably get annoying... Maybe they could sample it. Russ might like it, and then it could be in a song— 2D tried really hard to burn it into his memory, but he already knew he'd forget. That was okay, though. It didn't really matter. "Fink she tried other ones an' they didn't 'elp, though. Hard t'remember. It was ages ago."

"Eh. Heard worse." Murdoc traced loops and swirls across 2D's skin, and the smoke-haze deepened as he exhaled. 2D tried to breathe it in, hoping that it would somehow help his cravings. It only made them worse. He needed to move, but he only had the energy to turn his head enough to vaguely see Muds from the corner of his eye. He was a greenish blur. A sexy greenish blur, though. "You off your tits yet? Those things could take down an elephant. Dunno how you do it."

"Mmm… A bit. An'… Practice? I dunno. S'this or things hurtin'… Mum said it ain't a bad fing if I take 'em. Like, er… Them people who'll die if they eat sugar, or whatever. They gotta take medicine all the time too, so these're like that." 2D's head dropped to rest on his folded arms, and he shut his eyes for a few seconds, then made himself open them so he wouldn't fall asleep. "Don't take 'em s'much as I did anyway. Just when it's bad… Can I 'ave a drag on that, Muds?"

"Fine, but you'll owe me." Murdoc grumbled as he leaned over, his hand drifting into 2D's line of sight. He craned his neck to get the cigarette between his lips, lungs burning as he inhaled. Muds smoked a different brand than he did, a dodgy kind with more nicotine or tar or something, and it made his already-swimming head feel even more loosely attached as Murdoc snatched it away. "Fucking hell, you asked for a drag, not the whole thing—"

"Sorry, Mudsy. Tasted like you, sorta. S'nice." He closed his eyes, letting himself relax. It was nice when nothing hurt, all his bones wrapped in fluff. "How'd you know how strong my pills are?"

"Tried 'em. Once. Had a hangover, but those things were overkill." More little loops and swirls, and 2D wiggled his feet slowly in appreciation. Murdoc could be so gentle, and nobody knew because they didn't appreciate him properly. His poor Mudsy… He cared a lot, 2D knew he did, but it was all locked up inside him. He was like a maze, or a rubik's cube. All complex and confusing, absolutely beyond 2D although he'd try his best to understand. Even if he never quite got it, he didn't care. He could still love Muds regardless. "Think I just had one and it knocked me on my arse."

"Yeah…" It was hard to keep talking. Things kept sort of… Slipping away from him, and 2D sighed. How long had it been since he'd flopped down here? How long had Muds been chainsmoking? How long did they have left…? That was sad, that they'd have to go away and be normal again. 2D didn't want to. He wanted to stay here. Maybe they could just… Live here. They could work at the funfair together. Or maybe Noodle and Russ would be cool with it, except 2D knew they wouldn't. Russel especially, which wasn't fair; he wasn't asking Russ to shag Murdoc, just to be cool with 2D doing it, but he knew it wouldn't go down well. Being in a band was hard. "Wha time's it?"

"Er…" There was a scrabbling sound, then Murdoc cleared his throat. "Two-ish. You eaten today?"

"Nah, just a cuppa at mum an' dad's. M'not hungry anyway."

Two. Two in the afternoon. Which meant it was going to be evening in... How many hours? And after that night, and then it'd be tomorrow. 2D tried to do maths to figure out how long they had and failed miserably. They'd need to sleep and eat and all that, but… It wasn't enough time, and he was going to be sad about it. That lasted for a few seconds, before Murdoc gave his arse a glancing slap that made his head pop up like he was a meerkat. His neck clicked as he twisted his head to actually look at Muds, who stared levelly back and blew a plume of smoke out of the corner of his mouth. "If you don't eat you'll get another migrane, dullard. Doesn't matter if you don't fancy it. I don't wanna be sitting around while you puke your guts up."

"Do that again." 2D licked his lips, ignoring the strain from keeping his head turned so far. Murdoc lifted his hand, not looking as he brought it down with a flick of his wrist that lessened the overall impact. 2D could feel his face heating up, his mouth hanging ajar until he realised he was on the verge of drooling on himself and abruptly swallowing. "An'… An' if I said I weren't gonna eat, no matter what you make?"

"Then it'd be your own fault when you get a headache and I'd let you deal with it. Don't be a brat. If you want me to slap your arse, I'll slap it." Murdoc did it again, as if 2D might have forgotten what a slap was… It made his skin tingle, and 2D had to get twin fistfuls of the sheet and duck his head in the hope of feeling less excited about it. Murdoc grunted, the mug he was using as an ashtray clinking as he— presumably— stubbed his cigarette out. "Right. If I fuck you again, will you behave yourself?"

"Er… Yeah. Prob'ly." 2D couldn't nod, he'd been hiding his face against the bed, but clearly those pills of Muds' were magic. He was all full of excitement and anticipation again, bubbling through his belly and chest and throat; even Muds shoving him sideways a bit didn't get rid of it. He grinned to himself, feeling wriggly-giggly-stupid and listening as Murdoc got up, stretched— judging by the groan and soft click of what was probably something in his back— then… "Whoa, Muds— Wha…?"

He'd been grabbed by the ankles and yanked over towards the edge of the bed, and a moment later there were harsh hands pulling his hips up. Murdoc didn't respond to 2D's yelped question, making an annoyed sound as he made sure 2D's legs were bent and actually supporting his weight before spreading them further apart. It left him breathless and back to being properly horny, all exposed and vulnerable, and 2D's toes curled up tight as he tried to be very, very still everywhere else. His feet were hanging off the bed, and he could feel Murdoc's eyes on him. Crawling over him. Inspecting him... 2D really, really hoped Murdoc was smiling. "Shit. Should have put my phone somewhere safe… You mind if I use yours, Faceache? You gotta see this."

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"Fuckin'… Faceache, get your hands on your arsecheeks and spread 'em for me, I can't do all this at once. Need another set of arms."

Murdoc had taken a bit of time trying to figure out 2D's phone before spotting his burner hidden half under the bed. It was a relief, if 2D was really honest; he didn't understand how all that phone hacking stuff worked, but it felt dangerous to use his actual, normal phone. Even if nobody managed to get into it, what if he somehow pressed the wrong button and he sent the photos to every person he'd ever texted? His parents, Noodle and Russ, Shane, a few of his exes, that nice delivery driver from the good Chinese takeaway who phoned because half the time they didn't hear the buzzer… All of them would see whatever Murdoc was seeing, and 2D didn't really want that to happen. There probably wasn't a send photos of your arsehole to everyone button, but 2D couldn't be entirely sure. Or he might forget to delete them after transferring them to a safer place, and then if he showed someone a photo and they swiped through to the next picture— it was enough to make him cringe, but he was safe now. Murdoc was using the phone specifically for this, and 2D breathed a sigh of relief as he did what Murdoc asked.

Bent over like this… He wasn't sure what Muds wanted him to spread. 2D knew he was lanky, and while he did still grab where he assumed Murdoc intended him to grab… There wasn't really much to pull on. 2D had the sort of arse that made sitting on any hard surface a trial, and they both knew it. Murdoc was just nicer about it these days— not that 2D was self-conscious about his weight. It was more to do with the words… Murdoc calling him slender was better than Murdoc calling him bony; slender was more complimentary, while bony made 2D remember something Muds had said about him and Paula. That comment about shagging a xylophone, which then made 2D worry that somehow sex with him was uncomfortable, and Murdoc would turn around one day and say that he didn't want to do it anymore because it was like buggering a clothes airer or something. That was the sort of thing Muds would say. He was good at analogies and metaphors and similes, while 2D couldn't ever remember the differences between the three.

There was a pleased chuckle from behind him, and then Muds' phone played a shutter-click sound. 2D tried not to tense up, suddenly nervous. What if the photos weren't good? What if it was weird to see himself from that angle? He'd be seeing bits of himself that he'd never had a proper look at before, and was it weird that he hadn't? It felt impersonal, like he should have gotten a compact mirror and a torch to survey the area before letting anyone else near it. He licked his lips, trying not to speak directly into the mattress given that he wasn't using his arms to hold him up now. "Do I got… S'my arse nice, Muds?"

"Is my dick hard? Does the pope shit in the woods?" Murdoc coughed, more camera clicks failing to distract 2D from the answers to those questions— I don't know, I can't see it and probably not— before he realised foggily that Muds probably wasn't being literal about the Pope. Why would Murdoc Niccals know where the Pope shat? There was a begrudging sigh, and Murdoc patted his hand. It would have been a cute gesture if 2D hadn't been holding himself spread for Murdoc's photographic efforts, but it wasn't bad. Just a bit surreal. "You have a nice arse, Dents. More'n a handful's a waste, anyway."

2D had thought that was about tits, but he supposed it could apply to a lot of things that he couldn't quite think of in the moment. Hair? Except only having a handful of hair would look a bit weird, wouldn't it, and…

Murdoc's dick was hard. 2D gasped, taken by surprise by how easily Muds had just slid inside him, eyes opening wide to stare at the lumpy pile of duvet and the beige blur of the wall.

"Fuckin' hell, Stuart." Murdoc also sounded breathless, one hand loosely clasping 2D's hip. It was always weird when Murdoc used 2D's old name, although 2D thought he liked it. Stuart Pot was still around— his parents called him Stu, and most of his exes as well— but he wasn't really real. Stuart was the him who had never been hit with that car, another imaginary person living a dull, happy-ish life. 2D was the him here, but when Murdoc called him Stuart it felt different. It was more serious; like Murdoc had to address him formally and had no other way to express it. Maybe it was because Muds also called him so many other things. 2D and Dents and D and Tosspot and idiot and dullard and Faceache and sweetheart… His name wasn't a silly nickname to Murdoc, but that made sense. Murdoc had come up with it, after all. "What the fuck's in them pills?"

2D wasn't sure, and he couldn't answer anyway. He was trying to remember how to breathe, but it felt like Murdoc had filled every spare inch of space inside him. It was all 2D could focus on, his mouth going dry. Had Murdoc's dick gotten bigger when 2D couldn't see him? But if he had, how had it been so easy…? What if 2D was permanently stretched out now, like a pair of pants with fucked up elastic, and he'd need to have an operation and all the doctors would know…

Murdoc pulled back, and 2D tried to follow him, letting go of himself to reach further back in an attempt to keep Murdoc right there— "Nuh, Muds, don' go…"

"Not going anywhere, dumbarse… You forget how fucking works or something?" Murdoc made the insult sound like a pet name, and 2D made a needy whimpering sound. He had, and he let his arms flop to the bed. He didn't need them; he forgot all about them as soon as Murdoc was shoving deep into him again, and 2D groaned so deeply he thought it was Muds doing it for a moment. "Fuckin' beautiful, Dents… Look."

Something landed near 2D's head. Murdoc's phone, still in camera mode and only showing a black screen aside from the buttons and the little square image preview in the corner. 2D moved his hand towards it— at first using his fingers like weird legs, then remembering how his arm worked which was way easier— glad that he'd gotten them both the same phone but in different colours. He knew how to work it, and he tilted it towards his face and tried to press the gallery picture. It took a few tries, and then 2D had to bring the phone closer to his face to actually see it; Murdoc was, thankfully, holding still again, heavier than before as he leaned forwards to watch 2D watching them.

A video. The still image was partially obscured by the triangular play icon, but when 2D finally got it to work…

— A waste, anyway.

Murdoc's breathing was loud through the phone's tinny speakers, but that was Muds' dick in an awkward too-close closeup, before he adjusted the camera angle and the blurred pinkish background was suddenly a person and that person was him. Well. Parts of a person, and parts of him— those were his hands, and his legs, and therefore he was looking at his own… 2D felt himself go redder and Murdoc chuckled, giving his hair a ruffle. "Told you, didn't I? Photogenic."

2D didn't know if he agreed, but he also didn't think it was bad. Just… It almost looked sore, the skin flushed and puffy-looking, and so shiny and wet— Video-Murdoc grabbed his cock, the phone capturing a point-of-view shot as he lined things up and then…

"Oh." It was stupid to be surprised, given that he had Murdoc's dick in him right at that very moment, but it was like a magic trick. One second there was a dick there, the next it was gone, and there was nothing except for Murdoc's hairy belly pressed against some nondescript skin. Fuckin' hell, Stu— and then the video cut off, and 2D was looking at the still image again. He let go of the phone, turning his head to try to look at Muds. He was a blur again, but lots of things were. "That… I… I didn't fink it'd… How'd it fit?"

"I dunno, Dents, it's your arse. You tell me." There was a warmth to Murdoc's voice that was intensely reassuring, and his hands were warm as he took hold of 2D's hips. Both of them this time, with a grip that felt authoritative. If 2D had tried to get away he'd have been trapped in place, but he didn't want to go anywhere. Instead his attention drifted back to Murdoc— the real Murdoc. He was hot, like a radiator in the shape of a man, and 2D could feel that heat radiating through him from the inside now... Which was probably why radiators were called radiators, but that warmth... It would fill him up and maybe he'd melt, but 2D didn't think he'd mind. This time when Muds pulled back 2D remembered how sex worked, and he waited in anticipation of the—

2D couldn't help the noise he made. It was loud and high, a reedy whimper that sounded more like an expression of pain than pleasure. The pills were working overtime to unfilter his mind, and he couldn't temper his responses to be appropriate. It wasn't like before, the rollercoaster climb of pleasure before the speedy rush of orgasm; it was like being hit with a brick but in a way that felt good, a thud of pleasure that rippled up his spine and made his head spin. Murdoc's hands tightened to claws and his dirty laugh sounded muffled, as though 2D had his head underwater, before the world snapped back into high fidelity.

"Oh, you like that, sweetheart… Lessee how loud you can get f'me, then."

It was immensely satisfying to give it to Dents fast and hard. Their usual was— if Murdoc was honest— a bit on the soft side, if only because when Murdoc was the one fucking he actually wanted 2D to get off. Things might speed up a bit towards the ol' grand finale, but on the whole it was a more… Sensual experience. That was a good word for it.

This was not sensual. This was cathartic, like finally decking an annoying twat in a club or breaking an ugly vase. Murdoc could use every bit of swirling uncertainty that had been awoken in him as fuel to fuck Dents like a hydraulic piston, building more and more momentum. 2D made him feel things he couldn't accept or understand? Not a problem now, and every kicked-dog yelp 2D made just helped Murdoc feel better. Yeah, you stay loud, you little bitch… 2D wasn't the boss, Murdoc was, and this was him asserting his rightful dominance. Putting Dents in his place, which was face-down and arse-up, and fuck it felt good. Murdoc still had it; he'd been briefly worried that he'd discover that 2D had somehow… Metaphorically neutered him, made him all about feelings and poetry and fairy tales.

"Oh, fuckin' take it…"

2D whined louder, and Murdoc glanced towards the mirror over the dressing table. Full American Psycho, except he wasn't looking at just himself; it was glorious to look at, even though Murdoc didn't think it'd be to everyone's tastes. But those people were idiots, so they could fuck off.

2D was long and lean, pale in comparison to Murdoc, and from a side angle it was blatantly obvious that he was loving this. His spine was a graceful curve that meant he was sticking his arse out a bit, eyes closed and brows raised almost questioningly… And then Murdoc tried to look at himself but couldn't only see himself. He couldn't help looking at himself in comparison to Dents, and somehow it changed him. Murdoc wasn't self-conscious, but he had never seen himself as this powerful before. The muscles corded in his arms where he was holding 2D steady, the fucking power he was putting into each thrust… He was a fucking beast, so Faceache was the beauty— if that Disney film had been like this Murdoc might actually watched it.

If only they didn't need to keep this secret… Murdoc would have commissioned an oil painting of it or something. Maybe have it airbrushed onto whatever motor home he purchased next. Have it as album art. A real fuck you to everyone who had ever laughed at him— yeah, wankers, look at me now— because this proved everything Murdoc had ever bragged about was true. He wouldn't be able to fit his ego out of the door. He was a fucking sex god, for fuck's sake, and here was a the proof. He grinned, the expression bordering on manic, before looking back down at 2D rather than their reflections. It was impressive how easily his cock moved in and out… And made even more filthy by the sheen of mingled lube and spunk on his skin. He was fucking his cum back into Dents, making sure it got good and deep. As it ought to be. Shame he couldn't absorb it, but Murdoc supposed that's what blowjobs were for.

He'd get Faceache to give him one later. Just to be thorough. Murdoc grunted, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he squared his shoulders and made the conscious decision not to give a shit if 2D came or not. Be nice if he did, of course, but he'd had his turn in the spotlight. Right now 2D was a warm hole for Murdoc to fuck, and that was it. No thoughts, no feelings, not a fucking thing…

A hand closed loosely around his wrist. 2D's hand, familiar and soft, and Murdoc lifted his eyes to Dents' face. Even in profile his smile was so bright… And then 2D squeezed his wrist, closed eyelids scrunching up as he didn't moan, face twitching with each thrust until he managed a juddery, "Luh. Yuh… Muds, I… Muds, I luh…"

Murdoc had to speed up again, finding a reserve of energy he didn't know he had, because if 2D got that sentence out… If 2D said it and Murdoc blew his load, then it would mean something, and he didn't want to think about that. He couldn't be that person, even if only he and Dents knew about it. 2D tensed, shivering, and Murdoc felt the familiar tight feeling that started right behind his bollocks and spread through the rest of him. It was the countdown, the final race as 2D mouthed words and Murdoc willed himself to fucking come already—

He jolted forwards with a groan, lapsing into shuddery twitches as he clung to 2D's hips, pleasure twinned with relief. Dents hadn't said it— hadn't said it properly— and Murdoc was safe. He could tell himself that he could stop caring about D any time he wanted to, even though he knew it was a lie… But it was a lie he needed to be able to tell himself, just in case. His legs felt shaky, and he was holding 2D more for balance than anything else now, unable to hear anything over his own breathing.

And they'd need to make lunch soon.

Fuck that.

Chapter Text

"Fucking toaster don't work."

Murdoc was grumbling and clattering about the kitchen, and 2D was watching him and wondering how he had so much energy. It had taken all of 2D's willpower to drag his boxers back on and totter to the sofa; he didn't even have it in him to sit properly, and not just because sitting down wasn't really comfortable at the moment. It felt like gravity had been turned up really high, the painkillers and all the exertion of the day conspiring to make being upright way too much for 2D to cope with right now. He'd slumped sideways until he was lying down, curled up into a loose ball.

A shower might help him feel better, but that would also have the unwanted effect of him being clean. It wasn't as though 2D liked being all sweaty and gross normally, but under these circumstances… 2D blinked, his eyelids not wanting to open again afterwards until he made them. "S'awrigh', Muds. Won' get a headache, took the pills."

Murdoc stopped rifling through one of the cupboards, turning to look at 2D and planting his hands on his hips. Muds had put his jeans on, but hadn't bothered with anything else. 2D wasn't quite sure why he'd needed to get dressed at all, but he wasn't going to ask. "You're gonna eat, Faceache. Don't fancy you passing out on me 'cause you've got low blood sugar or something. Think of the band— you faint or something, I've gotta get you to hospital, and then what happens?"

"Uh… Tell 'em I fainted?"

"They'll start asking questions, idiot, and you're fucking recognisable. We both are… I'm green, for crying out loud. Some twat snaps a photo and it's all over The Daily Mail before you can say defamation." Murdoc jabbed one finger in 2D's direction, his eyes narrowed. "Then we'll have Russel and Noodle onto us, and your parents. You're lucky I think these things through, Dents. If I left it up to you we'd be up shit creek without a paddle. Without a fucking boat."

"Oh. Yeah. I am lucky, ain't I?" 2D nodded, and he couldn't help smiling, letting his head flop to rest on the sofa and closing his eyes. Whenever he moved there was a little flare of soreness between his legs, and it was really tempting to keep triggering it. Once they ate… Would they end up back in the bedroom? Was it wise— or safe— to keep doing what they had been, given that they were going back tomorrow and 2D would need to walk around normally? "I don' mind f'it's just bread, Muds. S'awright. S'not gotta be really tasty, right? Just somethin'."

"Fuck off are you having just bread." More clattering, and then the heftier sound of the fridge being opened again. "Like you're in a medieval dungeon or something… I'm making you a sandwich, muppet, and you're going to enjoy it. No wonder you're so skinny— never heard of the food pyramid?"

"S'it in Egypt?" 2D knew very well that wasn't true— a pyramid made of food wouldn't last a million years, or however long it was that the Pyramids had been there— but it was worth it to hear Murdoc splutter in disbelief. 2D couldn't stop himself laughing even though he tried… Murdoc shut up, and something soft-ish thwapped into 2D's leg. He opened his eyes, spotting a slice of bread on the floor, before looking up at Muds. He was right at the edge of 2D's range of clear vision, glowering while holding a butter knife. "C'mon, Mudsy, that was funny."

"For you. Had me wondering if it's unethical to shag someone without a brain." Murdoc snatched another slice of bread out of the package, slapping it down and busying himself buttering it. "Me, worrying about ethics. That's how stupid that was."

If Murdoc had actually been annoyed he'd have stopped making 2D food. He wasn't even smoking, which overall meant 2D felt absolutely fine about joking around. Instead he tucked one hand beneath his head, idly looking at Murdoc's arms as he kept on making sandwiches, carving chunks off of a large block of cheese and slathering bread with cheap margarine. 2D's other hand was off on a slow exploration of all the new marks Muds had left, finding out new and interesting things. The bruises were warmer than the undamaged skin near them, and some still had the faintest indents of teeth. 2D's tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth, wondering how long he'd be able to feel them. A week? Two? He'd never paid much attention to how long he took to heal from stuff, and now he regretted it. What if he couldn't get Murdoc to bite him right away once he was back to normal? He'd probably go a bit crazy, waiting til they could get time alone. Murdoc turned to the fridge and 2D had to look away or he'd strain his eyes, trying to focus beyond his range. Instead he turned his attention to the switched-off telly, momentarily confused by the pale blur of his reflection. It took a moment for 2D to recognise it as a person, let alone himself; he didn't look particularly alive, which was sorta cool. He'd been a zombie for Halloween a lot, but somehow it had always been obvious that he was dressed up… Maybe he just needed to get really wonky on his pain meds first.

He wiggled his foot, and Zombie-D wiggled his foot right back. 2D was considering trying to sit up and try the arms-out-groan pose when the reflection vanished, replaced with—

"Songs of fucking praise? They still air this shit?" Murdoc plonked himself down, narrowly missing 2D's head as he mashed at the controller, skipping past football highlights and Loose Women before finally stopping on an old black and white film that 2D didn't recognise. "Sit up and get this down you. You can't eat lying about like that— if you choke…"

"Yeah, yeah. 'Ospital, tabloids, up shit creek." 2D did groan as he hauled himself to an approximate sitting position, keeping his weight on one side as he took one of the plastic plates Murdoc had stacked. It was emblazoned with kiddie cartoon characters, and 2D turned it around slowly in his hands. "My gran used to have plates like this."

"She a big Winnie the Pooh fan?" Murdoc didn't seem particularly interested, but he didn't move away when 2D's shoulder came to rest against his. Once again 2D was taken aback by Muds' warmth; he hadn't felt cold until now, but he was suddenly very aware of his feet. They felt like ice, and he tried not to shiver.

"Nah. She got 'em when I was little, a whole set— fink she expected my mum an' dad to have more kids, an' she didn't want 'er good china dropped, but it was always just me." 2D wasn't really sure why he was an only child. His parents had never talked to him about it, so he'd never really considered why. Had his gran just assumed, or had she been preparing for a future that didn't happen for sad reasons? Thinking about that made him feel weird, especially because it made him wonder who this plate had been for originally. What was it doing here? A cheap car boot sale find for a holiday let, or had it been left behind? Murdoc had crammed his mouth full of sandwich, but it didn't seem like the sort of thing 2D could ask him about. "Just a bit nostalgic, innit."

The sandwich was neither good nor bad— it was bland, but that made it better in 2D's estimation. He wasn't picky, but if he was left to his own devices he did tend to eat mostly beige foods, and this fit the criteria. 2D chewed slowly, opting to tear mouthfuls off with his hands rather than by biting. He'd lived most of his life without front teeth, but some stuff never got easier. Burgers were the worst, especially the really big ones; he just couldn't get through 'em without a knife and fork, and that made him feel really poncey.

They ate in silence, aside from the telly; there was a sudden awkwardness that had sprung up, and 2D didn't quite know how to get rid of it. It was like missing a step in the dark, the same weird feeling in his stomach as he chewed and hoped Murdoc would say something. At least he hadn't moved away, and 2D slowly let his head droop until he was using Muds as a pillow. It would be really easy to fall asleep, but 2D didn't want to waste the time they had. He couldn't. It was precious, and each second was another second closer to acting normally… But he couldn't stop his eyes from closing.

2D didn't quite snore. More like snoring's baby cousin, little snuffly noises that would have been better suited to a hedgehog or a mouse or something. Murdoc wasn't really sure what to do other than staying still; he hadn't quite believed that 2D had fallen asleep at first, even as the weight of Dents' head got heavier, until the plate had slipped from his hands. Murdoc had caught it before it actually fell, careful not to dislodge 2D's perch on his shoulder. Maybe he should have let D go; it would have solved Murdoc's problem.

Sitting and doing nothing was boring, that was the trouble. The film on telly was boring, Murdoc's thoughts were boring, and if he'd had any spine at all he'd have shoved 2D off of him faster than you could say oi, tosspot, wake the fuck up, but clearly he'd forgotten to pack it.

The film came to an end. Murdoc didn't understand it nor did he care; he was trying not to grind his teeth, wishing he could just get up. Dents wouldn't even get upset if he got left on the sofa, that was the worst thing— Murdoc knew that and still couldn't bring himself to move. 2D made a quiet mumbling sound, snuggling closer, and Murdoc felt the muscles in his neck tense up with the sheer effort of being so at war with himself.

Although what if he moved Dents?

That was a novel solution. 2D wasn't that heavy. Murdoc could haul his arse into the bedroom again, then have the sofa to himself. Do what he fancied until D woke up again, then get back to it. He could probably do with a break; rehydrate and that, make sure he didn't pull a muscle… Murdoc carefully turned his head, trying to work out how he could pick 2D up with minimal interference. He'd probably wake up a bit, but if he got D on his lap… A bit of luck and he'd be basically portable.

Easier said than done. 2D's long, slack limbs didn't really want to do what Murdoc needed them to. Although he was going slowly, trying to keep 2D asleep, there were moments where there was a real risk of Dents toppling off of the sofa altogether, but eventually 2D was slumped in his lap. His breathing tickled Murdoc's neck as he wriggled one arm beneath Dents' knees, getting the other around his back… And then there was a subtle shift in 2D's dead weight as he snuggled closer, lifting a hand to brush his fingertips against the side of Murdoc's neck.

"Wha' doin'?" 2D's voice was soft and slurred, and Murdoc was instantly far more aware of 2D's weight and what he was sort-of sitting on. Bit weird, that, because part of it was definitely how out-of-it 2D was, but Murdoc was fed up with second-guessing himself. He'd never had to deal with these ethical dilemmas before, and it was even more annoying because of how irrelevant they were. Dents would say something if he wasn't up for it, or Murdoc would pick up on his body language. 2D wasn't good at hiding things, after all.

"I was gonna put you to bed, seeing as you fell asleep." Murdoc shifted his hold a little as 2D curled up a little more with a sweet little sigh that made the hair on Murdoc's arms feel prickly. He had to sneer a little, glancing towards the open door that led towards the bedroom. "No stamina. You'll need t'work on that, Dents. All that big talk, an' then you need a nap?"

"S'the painkillers. Shoulda just taken one, but… Eh." 2D's fingers tapped Murdoc's jaw and he looked down. 2D's sleepy grin was accompanied by a little lip bite that made it clear what Dents was angling at, and Murdoc supposed he could oblige. 2D's smile widened as he leaned in, hand now cupping Murdoc's cheek. Fucking hell, he was sloppy; Murdoc hadn't expected Dents to go for it tongue-first, but the surprise was mild enough for him to shake off and go for it properly. 2D wanted it slobbery? He'd get it and then some, and Murdoc wasn't adverse to reminding D exactly how long his tongue was. He didn't want to choke the dullard, given his dopey state, but it was surprisingly fun to treat snogging like a tongue fight. It made 2D get all wriggly too, his other arm hooking over Murdoc's shoulders. Knowing D was hanging on to him so tightly made it very easy to stand up, opening one eye to help with navigation; 2D squeaked, grabbing Murdoc's shoulder and almost flailing himself out of Murdoc's arms and onto the floor before realising that was a bad idea and settling down. A good thing, really, because Murdoc had been touched by inspiration, but to carry out his new plan they needed to move.

"Here." Murdoc had to let Dents go for a minute, but his phone had been easy to find on the messy bed, and 2D had been too busy goggling at him to complain. The dressing table had creaked when he'd put 2D down on it, but the thing was solid— it was built in to the room rather than freestanding, so it made sense that it'd be able to take 2D's weight. If it had been some shitty little IKEA deal, Murdoc wouldn't have tried this, but… It seemed a shame not to make good use of a mirror when they had one. A big one, too, and therefore they had flexibility. He pressed the little handset into 2D's fingers, before taking a step back, thinking in angles and the like. There was a little stool, so if Dents sat like that… "Take 'em off. Sit a bit sideways too— one foot on that stool, the other one up on the side."

"M'a bit sore, Muds…" 2D's protest was a weak one, but he was still awkwardly shimmying his way out of his pants. Murdoc nodded, waiting til Dents had them at mid-thigh before moving forward to help. "Not, y'know, that I don't wanna, but…"

"Do I have my cock out, Faceache?" Murdoc didn't, although if he could have… But he wasn't a moron. Dents had to be able to endure the ride back to London and walk around normally tomorrow, and the poor little thing hadn't really built up a tolerance for being fucked up the arse yet. Murdoc had known a few lads in various Satanic circles who could take on an entire ritual circle and then run a half-marathon without so much as feeling a little tender, but they'd had practice. No matter how much Dents was willing to push himself… He was still on metaphorical training wheels, and there were other options available. Less satisfying options, in Murdoc's opinion, but still options. He tossed 2D's underwear over one shoulder, not giving a shit where it ended up, before leaning forwards to smile smugly at 2D from close range. "You're in charge of photos, so you make sure you get some good ones… But I want you to keep an eye on that mirror as well. You reckon you can do that?"

2D nodded, a little hesitant, but that was more than enough for Murdoc to get on with it. He leaned forwards just long enough to give Dents a quick kiss, then withdrew— lowering himself to one knee with a grunt of effort. Not as young as I used to be… Which was a useless thought, given what he was up to. What the fuck did youth have to do with it? Age and experience were far better qualities than being young, and he'd prove it— although he wasn't quite sure who to. Some anonymous yappy twat, most likely, and he shoved 2D's legs apart a little more rudely than he'd intended to, ignoring 2D's sharp intake of breath.

"Fuckin' hell, no wonder you're feelin' it." It had been at least an hour, but 2D's hole looked pretty much the way it had the last time Murdoc had seen it, the skin around it ruddy and overly warm when Murdoc gave it a gentle prod. 2D gasped, trying to pull himself back, and Murdoc let him. No prodding. Alright. Murdoc looked up, noting the worry on 2D's face. "It ain't broken, Dents. You'll be alright. Just a bit red, that's all… Want me to kiss it better?"

This felt so… So dirty, in a way 2D hadn't ever really explored before.

Not that he was a virgin, he'd done plenty of stuff. He'd even made fun of guys who got squeamish about a bit of blood— although he didn't like seeing it on his hands or his cock, but who would?— and hadn't made a fuss if a girl wanted to snog after sucking his dick… But Murdoc made him feel all fussy without even trying. Muds simply didn't care about what was considered acceptable or clean, and while 2D had really wanted to object… Well, it was Muds' spunk, so it wasn't as if Murdoc was wandering blindly into something he wasn't aware of. Murdoc was intentional like that; he always walked like he knew where he was going, made decisions without umm-ing and ahh-ing, always said he had a plan… So that left 2D all knotted up with both pleasure and embarrassment.

Murdoc's tongue kept persuading him to unclench, but then the slow wet leaky feeling made him tense right back up again. It was one thing getting fucked in the arse, but feeling stuff come out? Who wouldn't be worried? And he'd only managed a few pictures, although it wasn't as though he could see Murdoc's face in them. Just his hair like a wall between them, although 2D could hear Muds. Somehow the noises Murdoc made weren't as reassuring as they should have been, although the nerves weren't fully stopping 2D feeling good. It just felt like he was being pulled in two directions, his rough breathing and slowly stiffening dick and occasional involuntary hip-wriggles offset by his ongoing mental pleas for his body not to be dirty.

It was a relief when Murdoc's attention drifted higher and then he leaned back, tilting his head from one side to the other and then wiggling his jaw until it made a loud pop. 2D stared down at him, suppressing a sudden impulse to hide. Where? He couldn't have gone anywhere, Murdoc was right there, and 2D didn't think he'd be able to get far. His legs were all wobbly. He tried smiling, knowing that the expression would be a bit wrong.

"Just needed a sec. Stiff neck." Murdoc rolled his shoulders, before patting 2D's leg with a sort-of finality. He looked sullen, and 2D felt sudden guilt choking him. "If you ain't into something, Dents, just say so. Don't like wasting my time."

"You ain't…" 2D winced, before trying to huddle up smaller. Murdoc's eyes were inescapable, and now 2D wanted to just disappear. Even his dick started to retreat, abandoning him to face Murdoc's disappointment in him alone. "I'm into it, Muds, I swear."

"Then what, I'm doing it wrong? You loved it last time, and I'm not doing anything different." Murdoc shuffled himself backwards before getting to his feet, and 2D flinched. That prompted a growl from Muds, his tone going from sarcastic to a snap that was almost painful to hear. "Oh, fuck off with that. I'm not going to fucking hit you. Thought I'd try something else, but I suppose if I'm such a bastard—"

"I can't stop it comin' out, Murdoc." 2D had lunged forwards, all wobbly, catching hold of Murdoc's wrist. Murdoc looked down at him, nose wrinkling in what had to be disgust— "Not… Not that, s'your… Y'know, you came in me, so I… I can feel it and I keep worryin' that it's not what I think it is."

Murdoc was very, very still. Incredibly so. He looked down at 2D like a foreboding statue, before his stomach twitched… Then kept doing it, the spasms seeming to take over more and more of Murdoc's body as he made a sound a little like an old-fashioned kettle being boiled… Then burst into raucous cackles, tossing his head back as he roared laughter at the ceiling. 2D had jerked back again, cringing against the mirror before realising what was happening, but he couldn't understand what was so funny. Murdoc bent to lean on the dressing table, wheezing and eyes streaming; he kept looking at 2D but it'd set him off again, although he seemed to be getting himself under control again. He still couldn't stop a goofy smile baring his teeth, his voice hoarse as he tried to sound serious. "You really think I wouldn't notice if you fuckin' shat on me? No, in me… In my mouth?"

That triggered another laughing fit and Murdoc stayed leaning over, hiding his face in his hands as he laughed until he wasn't making noise any more. 2D didn't think it was a laughing matter. It had been a very real concern, and he was still all tense, just in case… "It ain't funny."

Murdoc took a deep breath, clearly trying to calm himself down. He didn't lift his head, and when he spoke it was with deliberate slowness. "I'm aware of the risks, Dents. What sort of moron'd rim someone if they were squeamish…? You shoulda just said something, muppet."

Murdoc lifted his head with a loud sigh, looking over at 2D and sniggering but getting it under control a moment later. "You really gotta learn to communicate, Dents… Suppose the real question is what you wanna do now. Y'know, change it up, or you can go get, er, cleaned up a bit…"

"Fink I'd like that." 2D tried to smile back. It was weak, but it didn't feel wrong this time; he stretched a hand out, and Murdoc took it without looking. "After I do that… Reckon the shower 'ere is big enough for us to both fit, Muds?"

"Only one way to find out."

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Murdoc wasn't exactly disappointed with Dents' discomfort, but he'd probably be lying if he'd said he wasn't. He wasn't a prissy twat— like he'd said to 2D, he knew the risks of messing about with someone's arsehole. He was a grown man, for fuck's sake; anyone who didn't know the primary function of that particular orifice had no business leaving the house alone, let alone having sex. It was his cum, he'd got it inside of Dents in the first place, and Murdoc would freely admit that he found the concept compelling. It wasn't a kink— yet— but he'd always enjoyed things a bit scuzzy. If something was taboo that often meant there was a reason people wanted to do it, and Murdoc was the man to figure out why.

He'd assumed Dents would be the same way, but it wasn't bad to be wrong. There was a sort of… Cuteness about 2D being so self-conscious. The man wasn't a naive innocent, but he could certainly seem like he was… And maybe that was better than 2D also being a dedicated filth-wallower. If they'd matched each other perfectly then they'd probably have ended up dead well before this; 2D was just open-minded enough, and the things he was hesitant about kept Murdoc from running rampant. Besides, it was probably best to keep some mystery. Y'know. For the romance, as horrible as that thought was.

Murdoc pulled a face, before abruptly straightening up as the toilet flushed. He'd been loitering outside the bathroom— purely for convenience, not because he was worried about 2D's wobbly legs— with two scratchy, faded towels draped over his arm. Pure luxury, this place… But that didn't matter when 2D opened the door, looking mildly surprised to see Murdoc waiting for him. Still bare-arse naked— although it would have been weird for him to be clothed, given that all his stuff was in the bedroom— but he seemed a little steadier on his feet, although he was still clearly a bit stoned.

"Reckon we'll both fit in there, then?" Murdoc nodded to the shower cubicle visible over 2D's shoulder. Even from here he could tell it would probably be a squeeze, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Less risk of falling over, and normally fooling around in a shower left one person under the warm water and one out in the cold. The smaller the space the less risk of that happening, it was simple… Physics? Maths? Common sense, that's what it was. He hadn't paid much attention to it the previous morning, but he hadn't really expected for them both to end up in there. "Might be a bit… Tight."

Of course the innuendo sailed right over 2D's pretty little head. He scratched his cheek, looking at the ceiling before turning to stare at the shower. "Mmh. A bit… But should be alright?"

"Only one way to find out. Move your arse, D. Can't get in with you blocking the door, can I?"

Another point against this place; the shower was fed from the boiler, not one of those speedy little electric units that heated things up quick. Murdoc had the shower door open, occasionally extending one hand to test the temperature but always ending up disappointed. 2D was sitting cross-legged on the closed toilet, inspecting his collection of bruises. Murdoc was now absolutely sure that the painkillers hadn't worn off— it was more like D had adapted to them. He was still slow and a bit dopey, but he didn't seem likely to nod off again.

"Tryin' to figure out if there's anywhere else, but s'tricky." Dents looked up at him, and Murdoc wasn't sure what he meant. Another caravan? Did 2D want to go to a hotel? Or maybe an alternative to the studio… Murdoc screwed up his face questioningly, and 2D gestured vaguely at himself. "Y'know. You got m'legs good, an' the one 'ere on my neck, but then s'like… Prob'ly not my tummy, too risky, an' I dunno if you could do it proper on my chest…"

"What do you think I am, an amateur? Could I do it proper…" Murdoc rolled his eyes, only barely resisting the impulse to splash Dents with the chilly shower water. "I'll show you once we're in there, if it ever warms up. Fucking thing's probably from before the Cold War… Place is like a greenhouse, but if you wanna get clean you're shit outta luck."

"Yeah. I shoulda put it on before… But s'awright. An', er, fanks for not bein', y'know, pissed off at me." 2D was doing sad puppy eyes, looking up as if he'd really expected a proper thumping for the audacity of being uncomfortable. Or as if he thought he deserved one, which was a different prospect altogether. Murdoc didn't allow his expression to soften, looking away and focusing on the whirring blades of the extractor fan. It was struggling, choked with thick grey dust. Who the fuck was actually renting this place in the summer?

"Dunno what you're thanking me for. Wasn't like you stopped halfway through tonguing my arse— you fucked yourself over and saved me getting a sore jaw, that's what happened." Murdoc could have kept going and really to made sure D knew how much he'd missed out on, except someone had tried to sneakily get hold of the waistband of his jeans. The temptation to look down was huge, but there was something to be said for ignoring 2D's little foray towards getting physical. Murdoc was a gambling man— no point in denying it— and the odds of things getting more entertaining had risen sharply in his favour. Dents wanted his attention, so of course Murdoc wasn't going to give it to him. It was the same concept as fishing; if you wanted to get a good catch, you needed to be patient. "No loss as far as I'm concerned. All for your benefit, Dents— given that I'm so selfless."

2D's fingers had reached his fly, and Murdoc realised that the water running over his hand was starting to warm up. Fuck… Although 2D didn't need to know, did he? Murdoc's hand curled into a fist, biting down on the inside of his cheek as he felt the button give way and his jeans immediately begin to sag. 2D's soft, excited inhale was barely audible over the patter of water from the shower, and Murdoc almost looked down but managed to stop himself. Patience… And he didn't need to hold out for much longer anyway. 2D's touch was hesitant, but that didn't stop him from wrapping his hand around Murdoc's cock, giving him a testing squeeze as if he wasn't sure if Murdoc was getting hard again. Which obviously he was— he hadn't opted for the cheap shit, and he'd been on standby since he'd gotten 2D on his lap. It was almost too much to bear; Murdoc tilted his head right back and closed his eyes, feet shuffling a little further apart so he wouldn't go wobbly at an inopportune time.

"Shower'll be warm in a bit, Faceache. Go on. S'all yours."

2D's mouth was warm and wet once he got to it properly. He'd started slowly; a brush of his lips, a careful flick of his tongue, as if Dents wasn't sure… And Murdoc supposed that tracked. They both knew where his cock had been, even if there'd been a bit of a break; if 2D was nervy about Murdoc rimming him, then the same should surely apply to sucking a dick that had been far deeper inside Dents than Murdoc's tongue had ever been. Seemed silly to Murdoc, but that just led back to the whole not being disappointed thing.

Besides, 2D was clearly growing less fussy, given that he'd quickly gone from kittenish licking to trying to introduce Murdoc's cock to his tonsils again. The proximity was one good thing about this tiny bathroom; Murdoc hadn't needed to move an inch from where he stood, 2D's perch putting him at the perfect height— if he slouched a bit— to gobble knob without much effort. Murdoc groaned softly, thighs flexing as 2D made a muffled sound in response. Murdoc felt it more than he heard it, and he wished that he'd just turned the fucking shower off. It was impossible to get properly into it with one hand now under decidedly warm water, and he finally let himself look at 2D… Then Murdoc let himself appreciate the sight; Dents' eyes squeezed shut, thick brows furrowed needily, how he swayed from the waist rather than just moving his head.

It was a crying shame to interrupt, but at least he could get a handful of Dents' hair and yank him back just far enough to really get his attention. His cock was barely out of 2D's mouth, and Murdoc didn't object when 2D's tongue sneaked out to slide over the head; 2D's eyes were open and up, which meant he was listening, and who was Murdoc to begrudge a little licking? "Shower's heated up, Faceache, so how about we get in there and get close, hm?"

The tiles of the shower had been cold when Murdoc had first pressed him against them, but they'd heated up fast. The grout between them was still rough against 2D's bare back, but he could barely feel it; there were too many other things to focus on. Murdoc's teeth, for example. Jagged and sharp, the pressure building until 2D was sure he couldn't take it, then relenting the moment before he was about to beg Muds to stop.

He'd been right that there weren't many other places he could be bitten, but what 2D hadn't considered is that you could bite someone in the same place more than once. Murdoc's head was lowered, wet hair glistening as he worried at 2D's chest as if he intended to chew through his ribcage. They were tangled together; 2D was balanced on one leg, his other wrapped around Murdoc's waist; Muds had one hand on that thigh, keeping 2D from wobbling, the other planted firmly on the wall, and 2D… Well, 2D was once again squirming and scrabbling at Murdoc's back, all while grinding against Muds' stomach and wishing they'd done this earlier. 2D could have come like this if he hadn't already; for the first time in his life he was annoyed about not being a two-pump chump, although it was hard to keep on being annoyed. It felt like a miracle that he wasn't bleeding, although 2D wouldn't have been opposed to that— he just couldn't communicate it to Murdoc, given that saying sentences was way beyond him right now. He could start them, but they didn't really get very far… But he kept trying.

"Muds, y'ca-ah-ah… Uh, um, Murdoc— fuckin'…" His back arched and cut him off, Murdoc's tongue dragging across the flesh caught between those unrelenting teeth. 2D dug his nails in hard, arms shaking with how hard he needed to cling, and Murdoc made a grunting sound, giving his head a little shake before letting go. 2D couldn't breathe as he looked down— first to the livid ring of toothmarks that encircled his left nipple, then to Murdoc's staring eyes. He looked like an animal ready to attack, pupils huge and mouth hanging open; his focus flicked to 2D's face and Murdoc grinned, tongue lolling. 2D gawped back, suddenly overwhelmed with an image of Muds straight-up eating him, Romero-style, guts all over the place… It made him tremble, but without Murdoc using him as a chew toy 2D had a bit more control. The corner of his mouth twitched into a wonky smile, and he stroked Murdoc's cheek. His nails had something red beneath them— blood, Murdoc's blood— and 2D absently shoved his index finger into his mouth without breaking eye contact. He couldn't taste it, but that wasn't the point. There was something there, and Murdoc shifted so their faces were very close together.

"What do you want, sweetheart?"

2D pulled his finger from his mouth with a soft pop, softly stroking Murdoc's bottom lip. It left a sheen of spit behind, and 2D felt his face twist into a Jack O'lantern grin. "Want you to suck my cock, Murdoc."

"Alright." Murdoc nipped at his finger, teeth clicking, before giving 2D a sly look. "What do you say?"

"Now."

2D's sudden surge of bravery surprised them both, but Murdoc seemed to like it. He raised his eyebrows, his hold on 2D's leg releasing slowly. Having both feet on the ground felt weird, but the careful hand that wrapped around 2D's throat more than made up for it. Murdoc's voice was still gentle, and it made 2D's stomach fill with butterflies.

"You'll pay for that later, Dents, don't you worry… Lemme know when you're close— if you cum without warning me I'll bite your stupid cock off, alright?" 2D nodded, still beaming, and Murdoc nodded back, letting go of 2D's neck. "You love me?"

"I love you."

"Good."

Murdoc started to lower himself to his knees, and 2D adjusted his stance and closed his eyes. It was just him, alone and panting in the humid air, warm water pattering against his side… And then Murdoc engulfed him. No preamble, no little will-I-or-won't-I, no sizing up… Straight to Muds' throat flexing against the head of 2D's cock, his long tongue coiling so tight around the shaft it felt trapped. One of 2D's hands flailed in the air before finding purchase on Murdoc's wet hair, the other twisting into a claw against the tiled wall before 2D needed to gag himself with his fist. It wasn't even a matter of being too loud, just… He needed something to bite down on, the keening sounds Muds was coaxing from him barely muffled and already increasing in volume.

It didn't get any less intense, either. Murdoc wasn't in the business of taking it easy; 2D's reactions only seemed to spur him on further. When 2D had to move, head rolling from one side to the other and shoulders hunching, Murdoc didn't stop. When 2D had to thump both hands against the wall to stop his wobbly knees from giving in, Murdoc only made more satisfied grumbles and grunts, then planted his hands on 2D's thighs to pin them against the wall and reignite all those bruises once again. 2D just wished he'd known what Murdoc was capable of; this made the other time Muds had sucked him off seem like a walk in the park, and he'd started gabbling before he realised what he was saying, "Muds, n'gonna… G'nna… Muds, I— I— Ngh…"

2D needed to warn him, but he couldn't say it, and he didn't think Murdoc would actually bite his cock off but—

Murdoc's hand startled him as it pressed between his legs, his palm beneath 2D's bollocks and two merciless fingers probing just behind the root of 2D's dick. 2D reared back, choking on his own spit and whacking his head against the tiled wall as he came. He didn't even feel the pain; blood was rushing in his ears and heat flooded him in slowly-fading waves as he pushed his hips forward in time with each surge, feeling Muds swallow and that tongue twist around his cock… 2D's own throat had gone tight, blocked with all the sounds he wanted to make but couldn't because he needed to do them all at once; he couldn't breathe, growing lightheaded as his body tried to empty every last drop of spunk it had in appreciation of Murdoc's efforts. It felt like his balls would be hollow by the end, or maybe shrivelled up like raisins, and 2D wouldn't even care...

And then it was over, and all 2D could do— once Murdoc let him go— was slide down the wall with a feeble little moan, ending up as a slack tangle of limbs, gazing blearily at Murdoc's knees.

"Reckon it's my turn next, Faceache, so hurry up and screw your head on. Don't fancy waiting any longer than I have to."

2D lifted one hand to give Murdoc a shaky thumbs-up, before letting it drop to his stomach with a wet smack.

He knew he wasn't going to be able to act normal tomorrow, so there was no point in even trying to be sensible anymore.

What a relief.