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The bathroom lights flicker as 2D is gazes into the mirror in front of him. His pale, sunken skin, bathed in the sickening yellow fluorescence. He hadn’t been feeling well after the last show, and his time spent clinging to a porcelaine bowl had been draining him of every ounce of life he had left.
‘*What am I doing here…I hate this life…I hate myself…*’
If not the excessive vomiting, then the self deprecation was going to end him.
*THUD THUD THUD*
“ARE YOU FUCKING FINISHED YET? JEEZ MATE YOUVE BEEN IN THERE LONGER THAN IM WILLING TO PUT UP WITH, IF YOU DONT GET YOUR FUCKING ARSE OUT HERE IN 5, IM COMING IN.”
No, it wouldn’t be the sickness or the thoughts, it would be Murdoc. Murdoc would kill him.
“I-I’ll be out in a minute, just- washing my hands…”
“Washing his hands he says…fucking ridiculous how long does it take to wash your hands…”
Murdoc mumbled to himself as he sauntered away down the hall, and 2D heaved a sigh of relief as the footsteps and bitching faded away. He looked up into the cloudy mirror once more, wincing at the pitiful sight reflected back at him, before turning away and walking out. He was a deer on the edge of the road, staring down each end of the hallway for an approaching green headlight that never came, and once he worked up the courage, he made his way back to the front room.
‘*I hope Murdoc isn’t too angry with me…I don’t want another beating…*’
As he stepped into the room, his bandmates didn’t spare a look in his direction, just continuing on their lazy practicing. All but Murdoc of course, who stared daggers through his lowered brow as he plucked limply at bass strings. 2D gulped and averted the sharp gaze, lifting his hands to fiddle with the keyboard, hiding shakes between notes.
After a half hour or so of unenthusiastic “practice”, Murdoc stood and clapped his hands together.
“Well, I think that’s enough for today, why don’t we all just take the rest of the day for ourselves, eh?”
Russel and Noodle were suspicious of Murdoc’s casual tone and suggestion of relaxation, but they weren’t going to pass up the rare opportunity to be left alone. Noodle and Russel shrugged and went off to do whatever they felt like, taking the chance to spend some time in town or wherever they felt like going, leaving 2D and Murdoc alone. 2D waited for a long moment, expecting Murdoc to berate or beat him, but to his surprise Murdoc simply stretched, scratched himself, and walked off to the kitchen, leaving 2D without a word. As soon as Murdoc was out of sight 2D slinked off to his room, locking the door and turning off the lights, sitting calmly in the quiet.
For about an hour it was a pristine sanctuary. A fortress of solitude that cradled him in safety. But as all things do, this sanctity would end.
A jiggle of the doorknob broke 2D from his almost meditative state. A jiggle, followed by deafening silence.
*THUD*
“If you don’t open this fucking door now, you won’t see it open ever again.”
Frozen in shock and fear, 2D stared at the glowing rim around the doorway, the light being blocked at the bottom frame by a menacing silhouette.
*THUD THUD THUD*
“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND? I SAID OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR YOU LITTLE SHIT!”
2D snapped out of his moment, jumping up and scrambling to the door, a shaking hand unlocking it and turning the knob, pulling it open slightly, only revealing half his face as he hid behind the door.
“Im sorry I- I was just asleep and I didn’t hear you, I’m sorry…”
Murdoc stood in the doorway, looking down at 2D whose eyes were glued to the floor. 2D trembled as he awaited Murdocs response, and his whole body shaking now as Murdoc slowly pushed the door open all the way, stepping in and standing over 2D without leaving more than an inch between them.
“Sleeping, eh? Now why would you be sleeping in the middle of the day?”
Murdocs accusatory tone was not lost on 2D
“Why the hell would you be so tired?”
2D fumbled for an answer, trying to formulate any kind of response that wouldn’t result in a beating.
“I dunno I just…wanted to take a nap I suppose…just one of those days yknow?”
*smack*
Avoiding a beating is a fools errand.
“You should be WORKING. We’ve got songs to write, shows to plan, SHIT TO DO.”
Murdoc grabs 2Ds face, gripping his jaw tightly and squeezing his cheeks uncomfortably
“And you’re fucking *napping*?”
2D winces at his words, afraid another hit will accompany each one.
“I’m sorry! I-I’ll get to work right away- I promise!”
He struggles against Murdocs grip unsuccessfully before being met with a punch that knocks him to the floor. Tears well up in his eyes, but he fights them off.
Crying will only piss him off more.
“No no It’s too late for that, you’ve already fucked off most the day. First you spend our whole practice session in the bathroom-“
*kick*
“-then you decide to just sleep the rest of the day away.”
*kick*
“What the hell am I supposed to do with a front man who won’t fucking work?”
2D curls himself into a ball, covering his head with his arms.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
He pleads, but to no avail.
“Sorry wont fix your stupid fucking mistakes”
Murdoc reaches down and grabs 2D by the hair, lifting him as he yelps and grabbing him by the throat with his other hand before shoving him backwards into his bed.
“Murdoc please I’m sorry- I’ll do better!”
The tears form again, this time forcing their way down 2D’s cheeks as he pleads, holding his arms up in an attempt to block any more attacks. Murdoc grabs his wrists and shoves him back onto the bed, holding him down as he climbs over him. He straddles his hips and grips his wrists tightly as 2D struggles against him.
“Murdoc no! Please I promise I’ll be better!”
Murdoc lets go of one wrist and grabs 2D’s face, holding tightly as he leans in close.
“Yeah you will do better, because I’m going to fucking make you”
2D continues to struggle as Murdoc reaches down toward his waistband, and with his newly freed arm, he punches him in the jaw. Murdoc falls off the side of the small bed, landing on the floor sitting up. 2D scurries to the corner of the bed, shocked at himself as Murdoc rubs his jaw where it was hit.
“Oh now you’ve done it.”
2D’s expression of fear slips into pure dread as Murdoc slowly stands back up and stares at him. Before 2D can even blink, Murdoc has grabbed him by the leg and dragged him to the floor in front of him. 2D kicks and claws at him as Murdoc rips his clothes from his body, flipping him over to his stomach and pulling his own boxers off. He grips 2D by the leg and the back of his neck, holding him down as he spits on his own cock before shoving it inside him. 2D yelps and cries desperately as Murdoc pushes into him, begging and pleading to be let go.
“Murdoc please stop! You’re hurting me please!! Murdoc STOP!!!”
“Shut the fuck up you little shit, you deserve this.”
Murdoc shifts his grip, now holding onto 2D’s hip with one hand, while the other grips his hair and shoves his face into the floor.
“Fucking moron. Can’t even help yourself. It’s like you want it.”
2D cries desperately as Murdoc slams into him, each thrust more forceful than the last. It feels like he’s being torn apart from the inside, heat and pressure ripping into him, his whole body being shoved forward with each thrust.
“Stop…stop..please…please stop…”
2D sobs as the pain floods his body. He can’t even scream he’s so exhausted, and the tears sting as they seep into the scrapes in his face from sliding across the floor.
Murdoc ignores his plea, and ravages the ruined body in his grasp. His hips slam into 2D from behind as he fills him with his cock, his grip tightening on his hip and hair, nails digging in and drawing blood that drips down 2Ds thigh. Noticing the blood, Murdoc digs his nails in deeper, making 2D yelp and fight to pull himself away once again.
“Stop it! Stop it, it hurts!!”
“For Satans wake will you shut the fuck up? You can’t even get fucked right and you don’t even have to do anything!”
Murdoc huffs and pulls himself out, shoving 2D away from him. He sits back and holds his cock in his hand, waiting expectantly for 2D to turn around and face him.
“Come on then we don’t have all fucking day. Why don’t you give your mouth something better to do than bitch at me”
2D lies limply as the pain washes over him in waves like an ocean of fire, breathing heavy breaths as tears stream down his face.
*kick*
“Did I say fucking lay there and cry? Get over here”
2D remains unmoving, before Murdoc rolls his eyes and scoffs. He gets up, flips 2D over, and lifts his head to touch his lips to his cock. 2D winces and tries to turn his head away, but Murdoc grips his jaw and taps his lips with his tip expectantly.
“This or I crack that thick skull of yours. You choose.”
2D chokes up and continues crying as he parts his lips and takes Murdoc in his mouth.
“See? That wasn’t so hard now was it”
2D sucks weakly, struggling to keep himself up and breathing.
“Really? Is that all you’ve got? Nah it can’t be”
Murdoc grabs 2D by the back of his hair once more, shoving himself down his throat. 2D chokes and gags, reeling back before being shoved forward again. Murdoc continues to use 2D, forcing him to suck him off through gagging chokes. 2D cant breathe, and he tries to push against Murdocs thighs to free himself, but he’s too weak, and can’t release himself. His head feels lighter as Murdoc continues pushing into his throat, stealing his breath, and Murdoc groans as he grows closer to the edge.
His body tenses and 2D’s goes limp, and he shoves himself violently into 2Ds throat as he finishes. He finally pulls out, cum dripping and trailing from the back of 2D’s throat, over his tongue, and down his chin. As his airway finally clears 2D takes a deep breath and coughs heavily as he falls over onto his hands, saliva and semen dripping from his mouth as he catches his breath. Murdoc sits back and watches as 2D shakes and shivers, stroking himself slowly to tie off his orgasm.
“Your fucking shit at that, yknow”
Murdoc stands and kicks 2D over, grabs a random shirt, wipes himself clean, and walks away. Leaving 2D as nothing but a pitiful mess on the floor.
2D lays on the cold floor, unable to move himself, instead just curling up and holding himself, too weak to even cry anymore.