Murdoc and 2d stood in the living room doorway. In front of them on the sofa were Russel and Noodle, watching tv.

"So yeah.." Murdoc said. Next to him stood 2d biting his lip, his expression static. "Since you claim that we don't get along we're going to the bar." No reply. The bassist sighed. "Whatever, bye." He turned and walked downstairs, 2d silently followed.

They got into the car and drove away. The Shady Motel was now a place that they visited frequently. In fact, they visited it so frequently that on their way there they had to stop by a shop to buy more lube.

They were running out of excuses to tell their friends as to why they spent so much time together, but it's not like they listened anyways. They were always too busy watching tv. The real challenge came when they had to explain why 2d would sometimes come home limping. "Murdoc kicked me." Or "I fell" were often used excuses. Today they settled for "I fell down the stairs".

The bassist and singer got out of their car and headed to the room which they more that familiarised themselves with.  Murdoc reached into his back pocket for the key. Without saying a word he checked his other back pocket, then his front pockets, and then again the back ones. The singer observed him.

"Don't tell me you forgot the key..." no reply. 2d face palmed. Murdoc sighed, admitting defeat. "What are we going to do now?" The singer looked at his partners static face.

"Well, we definitely can't go home, Russel and Noodle might have unstuck themselves from the tv by now..." he thought for a minute. "We'll just have to work with what we have." He stated and then grabbed the singers hand, pulling him back towards the car.

"So what are we going to do? Rent another room?" They reached the car.

"Why bother when we have Stylo?" 2d looked at him in disbelief.

"So we drove all the way out here and we're just going to fuck in the car?"

"I've got lube." The bassist said proudly. 2d rolled his eyes. "If you don't like it we can always go home and not fuck." Murdoc shrugged.

"No no no no no no no!" 2d panicked. "I'm fine with it!" The bassist chuckled and opened the back door, trying to push the back of the seats back to create some sort of bed.

"I was just joking, you know you have no say in wether I fuck you or not." The singer thought for a moment.

"I did make you fuck me once-"

"But that was foul play." Murdoc cut him off. "Besides, edging is now illegal."

"Who says?"

"I say. And my word is final, after all, Murdoc is god." The bassist smirked.

"Oh really? Who says??" The singer questioned.

"You. You were the one to sing the song." Murdoc got out of the car and stretched, finally done. 2d looked around. The bassist noticed this. "Don't worry. No one is going to see us; it's getting dark and this place is practically abandoned." 2d sighed. Murdoc run his hand through the singers hair, gaining his attention. "Come on..." he leaned in closer with a smirk. "We haven't tried it in the car yet..." he gave the singer a chaste kiss on the lips.

"Don't do that.." 2d said, his voice almost bored. Murdocs heart sank and he froze. "You know I always want more..." the singer finished his sentence then pulled Murdocs face in for a passionate kiss, but pulled away when he realised that the bassist isn't kissing back. "What's wrong?" He asked.

Murdoc just slowly pulled him into a tight hug and rested his chin on the singers shoulder. 2d hugged back, confused. Murdoc was stunned. That silly little sentence almost made his heart stop. He sighed, trying to calm himself down, and realised just how much he's relying on 2d to be there for him. What would I do if he ever leaves? Dear satan I think I might die. While he's depending on me to give him attention and affection, he doesn't realise that I crave the same thing from him...Well of course he doesn't, I never told him how I feel...

"Hey 2d." Murdoc murmured. "Is it possible to un-fall in love?" The singer thought for a moment.

"Well, yeah. But it takes years and is extremely heart breaking. And if it's true love it's impossible, so you're stuck with me." Murdoc smiled lightly. And you're stuck with me...

Murdoc pressed his face into 2ds neck and started kissing it lightly. Then, without realising what he's doing, started making a hickey. He only woke up from his day dream when the singer moaned right next to his ear. He quickly moved away. The hickey was small and barely visible but it was still there.

"Oops.." the bassist laughed lightly, or maybe even nervously.

"Whatever." The singer grabbed Murdocs shoulders and held him in front of him. "It's time to fuck." The singer leaned in but this time Murdoc grabbed his shoulders and stopped him, inches away from his face.

"Wait, I think I'm the one to decide that." The bassist pointed out.

"Mudz!" 2d looked at him sternly in frustration. Murdoc rolled his eyes.

"Fine. Whatever." And they started making out. Not long after they moved to inside the car and started fucking. They were a perfect match for each other; and although they were both different and twisted in their own ways, they fit together like perfect puzzle pieces.

2d was panting underneath Murdoc. They made eye contact. The bassist smirked. When suddenly his phone rang.

"For fucks sake!" He stopped and raged. "Why do they only call when we're fucking?! This is bullshit!"
He picked the phone up. "The fuck you want Russel?" He said rudely.

"Murdoc where the hell are you?" The drummer seemed annoyed.

"I told you that me and 2d are going to the fucking bar, but you clearly weren't listening."

"Oh really? Then why don't I hear any loud music or chatter in the background?" Russel questioned.

"Because I'm in my bloody car fucking a bird! And you're interrupting!" Murdoc growled. Russel cringed at the image in his head.

"Then where's 2d?" He asked.

"Hell like I know! Probably still at the bar talking to some birds!"

"Probably?"

"Yes, fucking probably. I'm not his babysitter to be watching his every move. Now bye. I'm busy." Murdoc rudely hang up the phone and sighed. He looked down at the singer who was looking up at him expectantly. "They seriously have the worst fucking timing." He complained before leaning down and sucking on the same little spot he did before.

"M-Mudz!" 2d made himself speak up. He wanted him to continue but knew he couldn't. "You can't give me a hickey- they'll know!" The bassist hoovered about an inch away from his neck.

"Well yeah, but I told them that you're with some birds so it's ok for you to come home with a hickey." Murdoc smirked then continued biting onto his neck.

I'm so sorry for the late update! I had to babysit two kids and a dog, so writing wasn't easy.