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Tingling jolts ran through his spine. Unrelenting touches and such strong sensations coursed through his veins, blood pumping, skin stretching under kneading and groping hands.
“Shhh, sh-shhh...” he hushed, bony and green hands moving upwards to wrap lightly around a mangled throat, bitten and bruised from the shameful events of the nights before.
It had grown out of hand- this passion, this lust, this need for one another had grown too strong, but stopping it was a fruitless endeavor. 2D’s body was too alluring, and 2D’s ceaseless need for approval from the man who hated him most was seemingly only fed with the feeling of being worthy of the other’s touch, worthy of those impeccable hands, those grimy and filthy gripping tools. Fingernails stained yellow, untrimmed, splitting at the tips, calloused and rough, and yet the poor, blue headed boy always craved their unloving touch. Murdoc’s hands never stopped moving, never stopped wandering, never stopped teasing as he watched the man below him stiffen. His spine was arched, pulling his sweaty and sinewy back off the bed, now damp from his perspiring skin. Cold hands, frigid even, pinched and pulled as he admired his foolishness and willingness to be used by just about anybody.
“Hahhh,” he breathed, breath warm in the cool air that had settled between them.
The formerly stagnant distance was beginning to grow thinner as Murdoc pressed in, deeper, closer, until their lips nearly touched. Foul breath entered his tar coated lungs, tasting of liquor and menthol cigarettes- of course he smoked those. His hand weaved through the blue hair, slightly damp, as he pulled it closer, lips pressing into each other as sharp teeth bit down into the soft bottom lip of his bandmate, teasing Murdoc with a hint of the metallic taste of blood, the blood he has grown so used to licking off of his singer’s skin.
He plunged his tongue inside, rolling slowly in circles, letting the spittle in their mouths blend and mix into a disgusting concoction of lust and burning hatred for one another. Eyes shut to prevent them from staring at each other -one set of eyes a tantalizingly glowing white, and the other black and red- and feeling anything, pretending it was someone else, and knowing only the other man could make them fall apart like that. Murdoc collapsed onto 2D’s bare chest, pushing his back down to be flush with the sheets, and gripping his shoulder firmly. He groaned softly into 2D’s mouth, the fire inside him roaring. Thunder raged and lightning flashed in his mind, flooding him with the idea he hated most of all- needing anyone but himself.
Despite his despicable hatred of the man he had pinned to the bed, couldn’t pull himself away, no matter how hard he tried. His thigh jammed in between 2D’s legs, rubbing roughly and pressing firmly. 2D moaned angrily at the touch, eyes clenching and pulling Murdoc deeper as his long and pale arms wrapped tightly around Murdoc’s sweaty neck and upper back. Murdoc’s nails dug into 2D’s shoulders, prodding deeply, as 2D ignored the pain in favor of the way that two sharp rows of teeth poked at his soft tongue. Licking and lapping the disgusting flavors he had grown so used to emptied his swirling mind, numbness he had brought to the surface slowly falling away and being replaced with burning desire for more, he always needed more of his least favorite man in the world.
Husky and desperate breaths lingered in their ears as Murdoc pulled out of the tight grip. He straddled 2D’s leg, grinding slowly as his cock grew stiffer. Murdoc’s pocket contained unknown wonders to 2D- always the correct thing. This time? A knife. The blade flicked upwards with the click of a button, as 2D stared with fear and anger, afraid to ask of his intentions- not that he’d have to wait very long to find out. Murdoc’s spare hand began undoing 2D’s tattered belt. He pulled it off in a quick swipe, 2D’s hips lifted off the bed just enough to allow it to escape the confines of the belt loops. The metal buckle clinked against the wall as it was tossed aside, in favor of Murdoc’s knife beginning to scratch and tear the top of 2D’s jeans. He watched the fabric slice open, knife sharp and pushing down further. The ends frayed as he split the pants down the middle of the leg. Glowing eyes never stopped watching in a frozen fear as Murdoc’s hand, gripping the knife tightly, moved lower and lower. Murdoc pulled the knife away, slicing the last of the fabric, watching it fray and nicking 2D’s toe. He hissed at the slice, droplets of blood forming around the small cut.
Murdoc moved up, beginning again. The tip of the blade pressed ever so gently into 2D’s quivering leg, scratching. Scritching noises came through the fabric as his skin was pressed into by a sharp knife, tip now damp with sweat from 2D’s leg. It came out the bottom once more, evading his foot by just a hair. Now cut jaggedly, Murdoc’s hand roamed up, brushing the thick hairs on 2D’s leg. His hand was warm and rough, unknowing of how to be gentle- never taught, never willing to learn. ‘Too far gone’ he assumed. Not that he ever intended to be gentle with him, even if he could be.
As he reached 2D’s thigh, he squeezed expectantly. He waited for a second for the moan, the hiss, the grunt, anything. 2D didn’t do anything, staring and breathing heavily, voice stopped by fear and anger. Murdoc glared, stare cutting into 2D’s already dwindling confidence, dicing the fragmented concept of having some sense of dominance to bits. Clawed hands gripped the top of 2D’s briefs, strained by his erection. Nails scratched the skin on the way down as he tugged, stiff dick flopping against his blue and black mixture of pubic hair. Murdoc admired the way it throbbed, pulsing and red, for a moment with lust as he grabbed it. 2D hissed before sighing softly- now that’s what Murdoc had been waiting so eagerly to hear. To hear him hiss and whimper from fear and arousal is the ego boost he so desperately needed.
Even the worst of us can get anyone worked up with enough grabbing, enough teasing, enough silent looks through half lidded eyes that are clouded with love and arousal, even if the love is feigned, just to have a body under you.
The blade pressed up lightly against the tip of 2D’s dick, held up firmly by murdoc’s hand and threatening to push in and widen the leaking hole. 2D panted in fear, unable to move in shock. Murdoc savored the feeling, feeding on his dominance over someone he had already had power over for so many years now. He cleared the reminiscence from his mind- never one for memories, he was- before holding it an inch from the length, making the ghosts of touches with the glimmering blade, silver and glowing in the mid-day sun that cascaded through the half opened blinds. The warm air wafted in through the screen in the window, smelling of the grass and rest of the world around, warmed by the sun’s unforgiving beams. The tension rose in the air. The panting grew louder. The blade drew closer, closer, cold edge pressing into skin, before Murdoc pulled it away, listening to the satisfying sigh of relief that echoed in the room for a second.
He was wordless as he pulled his own pants off, belt clinking as the battered denim dropped to his ashy knees. His dick was leaking, the only lubrication that the other would get. 2D cried as it pushed in at once. He had been stretched from earlier, yes, but the shock of being filled with no warning made his mind swirl with ecstasy for only a second, before the sloppy and unforgiving thrusts began. Murdoc’s gruff hands lifted 2D’s thin hips, angling him perfectly to be used. Murdoc’s hips stung as they continuously slapped into 2D’s rounded ass, as he began groaning at the pain- quietly of course, lest he show any display of weakness. Low and stifled growls echoed in 2D’s ears.
“Hoh, fuck-” 2D began, before a rough hand landed over his mouth, pressing the soft pink lips into his teeth and squeezing his thin cheeks together.
“Don’t you dare speak,” he growled, sharp teeth bared in a needless display of power as 2D watched the fury in his eyes grow, burning like embers in one, and showing the void of the abyss in the other.
His green skin scrunched on his stubbly, unshaven face, squeaking breaths coming out of his crooked nose as he continued without remorse. 2D’s hands gripped the burgundy sheets beneath his shaky body, clinging for dear life to the silence that Murdoc had demanded. 2D moaned into murdoc’s hand, sound muffled and barely audible through the slaps of Murdoc’s hips and 2D’s ass.
“Ah, yeah...” he bellowed, slamming in and out slowly as he was forced to tolerate 2D’s whimpering whines. Even the small sounds annoyed him, a grim reminder of who he was fucking and how pathetic he was for taking what he could get. 2D was too easy- no conquest, just a hole to use, and he hated how little it took to get him into bed.
2D’s hands relinquished their grip on the sheets in favor of one grabbing his dick and the other gripping. Murdoc’s arm roughly, bitten-short nails attempting to dig into the skin and failing. Murdoc paid no attention to this, eyes clenched shut as he held on to his slivers of stability, anything other than finishing too soon. 2D’s hand glided up and down his dick slowly. His oozing dick gave ample lubrication as he moved his hands slowly, lost in his head. He shivered as he paid closer attention, focusing even, on the way his thumb glided over his most sensitive skin. Muffled moans leaked through the cracks in Murdoc’s furious grip, as 2D disobeyed his wishes. Murdoc’s teeth revealed themselves as his face contorted with want, lips parting to reveal their hidden sharpness. His long tongue pressed against the wall they had formed in his mouth, teeth so jagged and yet perfectly interlocked, forming a dangerous barricade. 2D’s hands never ceased their movements, bucking softly into his shivering hand.
“M-Murdoc, close!” He whimpered, albeit muffled by the calloused hand squishing his face.
Murdoc was lost in his mind, gnashing teeth grinding as he continued, hips stuck in a hypnotic rhythm, addicted to the feeling. High on the sound of skin clapping together. High on the sound of 2D’s muffled moans. High on the sound of him sliding in and out, forcing 2D to take the speed, the pressure, the rough nature in which murdoc fucked anyone- especially someone like him. High on the feeling of 2D’s cum splattering on his chest as he let his grip go, letting 2D’s mouth hang open and unleash and squealing moan. High on hearing his name be moaned by the prettiest man he’d ever gotten to fuck. He’d never admit to thinking of him as pretty though.
“Murdoc, fuck! Fuck, yes!”
“Hnnn...” he groaned, bucking his hips roughly one last time and resting their bodies together.
He felt him spurt inside of 2D’s still clenched hole as he spasmed from ecstasy. He leaned over 2D, breathing heavy as he loomed threateningly with an arm at either side. A blob of spittle threatened to fall as he stared into 2D’s blank eyes. He watched every small movement from the man below him as he pulled out roughly, dick slowly softening.
“Clean yerself up” he said gruffly, pulling his pants back up and walking away with a heavy sigh.
His fly was still down, his belt was undone, his face was embarrassingly red, and his head was shamefully full of the sounds that 2D had made.