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The house stood still, almost eerily quiet in the absence of its tenants. The night sky painted the windows, a gentle breeze brushes the curtains, stars watching apprehensively. A tap dripped, and, every so often, a mouse scurried out one hole and through another, completely unaware that this was far from his home. It stayed like this for several hours, until, all at once, a lock clicked and two men entered.
One tall, lanky, with azure hair and a nervous expression, following timidly behind a moody, quite clearly drunk, slightly shorter one, who stumbled and tripped his way to the kitchen.
‘I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again - I DIDN’T START IT.’ The intoxicated one stated with a hint of a yell at the end, swaying against the counter and watching as the other gathered kitchen roll and water, some bandages, and a collection of other questionable materials from a cupboard overhead.
2D turned, arms full of various equipment, and sighed. ‘Doesn’t matter about that, it matters that you’re hurt.’ At this, the other man, Murdoc, twisted his expression from a scowl to a leer, unnerving and threatening.
‘Does someone worry about me, little 2D think that big Murdoc can’t take care of himself?’ He mocked in a disgustingly accurate baby voice. Most would be offended, but 2D simply rolled his eyes, looking at Murdoc with a pitiful gaze.
He walked towards the lounge, and despite clearly not liking the treatment, Murdoc followed. ‘If you’d rather I leave you to bleed, I will, Muds’. 2D dumped the first aid components on the sofa, and turned to the other man with a raised eyebrow.
Murdoc shrugged, muttering something about doing it himself (with no real fight back or desire to actually do it), and 2D nudged his shoulder so that he obediently sat down, grimace still highlighted on his face. In the new light, the bruises on his face were much more noticeable. A black eye, a split lip, a bleeding nose, and several bumps and scratches.
He raised a hand and attempted to take the wet tissue 2D held, but immediately got batted away, obviously in no fit state to look after himself. So, he sighed, shot 2D a death glare, and allowed the younger man to start cleaning away the blood.
As he washed, Murdoc tried his best to redeem himself. ‘Was just sticking up for you. Didn’t like those names they were saying.’
2D shrugged, blank and tired expression. ‘Doesn’t matter. You call me those names everyday.’ Murdoc grimaced, uncomfortably aware of how intimate they were being right now - the mention of constant years of abuse seemed like an unfortunate juxtaposition.
‘I’m allowed to. They aren’t. Fucking pricks.’ He spat out, wincing as 2D wiped at a particularly deep wound. The other man said nothing, apparently concentrating on fixing up Murdoc. ‘Anyway. If they hadn’t said nothing, I wouldn’t have gone for them. But they did, so I did. Should be grateful, got a bodyguard like me.’
He chuckled, and 2D allowed a reluctant smile. ‘God, if you’re my bodyguard then Lord save me. You clearly can’t fight for shit.’ He noted as he threw aside the now blood-covered tissue and grabbed a plaster.
To Murdoc’s pleasant surprise, 2D slid himself onto the others lap with extreme ease. ‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’ Murdoc asked, and 2D rolled his eyes again.
‘Can’t get the angle. Needed to be closer.’ He placed a pale hand on Murdoc’s face and moved it to the right, sticking his tongue out slightly as he attempted to put the plaster on, covering the entirety of a particularly nasty cut.
Murdoc attempted to ignore the flush creeping up his own neck.
2D, however, did not. ‘This isn’t me trying to shag you. You aren’t my knight in shining armour, if that’s what you’re thinking.’ Murdoc let out a snort, grinning with drunken amusement.
‘That’s a shame. Bet you’d make a right pretty princess who wants to pay her knight back in the only way she knows how - hot, stuffy, dirty fucking.’
‘You’re disgusting.’
‘Raw sex appeal.’
‘You wish.’
‘Yeah, you wish for this big ol’ Murdoc dick, don’t you, 2D.’
The mention of his name gave 2D uneasy butterflies, and he redirected Murdoc’s face so that they were looking each other straight in the eyes. ‘Thankyou for sticking up for me tonight. But I will not be sucking you off.’
Murdoc shrugged and smiled. ‘Your loss. I can just picture you naked instead.’ He mimed tossing himself off, fake orgasm noises and all. 2D scoffed, although anyone with half of a brain could tell he wasn’t entirely sure about his decision.
He shook his head disapprovingly at the others actions, leaned back to look at Murdoc, and seemed to be satisfied with his work. ‘All cleaned up. Good as new.’ He grinned, clearly very proud of himself.
Murdoc, with all the alcohol running round his brain, encouraging him to say the things he never would sober, couldn’t help it, as he looked at the man in front of him. ‘God, you are gorgeous, 2D.’ He leaned forward, so that he was close enough to whisper in his ear. ‘I’d give anything to have you right now.’
2D blushed furiously, but couldn’t stop the smile that crept onto his face. ‘No. You’re drunk, and I don’t want you to regret it.’ Murdoc knew he was right. Everytime this happened, everytime they’d had too much to drink and decided sleeping together would be the most fantastic idea ever, it ended with the worlds worst hangover, lingering feelings that they didn’t want to address and a hunger for more. It was easier to avoid it all.
Murdoc dramatically groaned, leaning back as 2D climbed off his lap, and he knew it was bad that he immediately missed the pressure. He watched as the other packed away his bandages and wipes, and allowed himself to feel grateful, just for a second, that someone cared about him this much. Enough to look after him, patch him up, make sure he didn’t do anything he would regret tomorrow. It only made him want to kiss 2D more, so he immediately stopped that.
He allowed 2D to help him up the stairs, as the whiskey and rum had mixed in his blood so all his thoughts were a jumble, and walking felt like being on a tightrope. He let 2D lay him down on his poor excuse for a bed, and take off his boots.
‘Oh, changed your mind?’ He asked, accompanied by a shit-eating grin that he knew 2D hated. The other simply sighed, and Murdoc didn’t miss the smile of affection that passed his lips.
2D stood up. ‘You can do the rest - don’t want you getting any ideas.’ He smirked, and Murdoc wriggled his eyebrows suggestively. They shared a moment of amusement, both allowing a second of freeness, happiness, liking. Murdoc knew he was going to pass out soon, the alcohol weighing on him like a blanket.
He reached out, grabbing 2D’s wrist clumsily. He pulled the man towards him, and didn’t care that he almost fell. ‘You’re a right tease, D, you know that?’ 2D looked, black eyes watching, debating what to say.
‘Maybe next time, I’ll wear a sexy nurse outfit.’