That's right my friends. This is the chapter with which it all begun. The first scene I created when thinking up the plot to this story, and that up there is the image that inspired the entire story. I'm not kidding.

A weird, messy clattering at the front door pulled 2d away from the tv show he was so indulged in. The clattering didn't stop, yet grew louder and more frustrated with each passing second. Wide eyed, 2d sat up on the sofa with his heart in his throat and his hands on his phone. What should I do? If he called his parents they would never have been able to make it back home on time. What about Murdoc?? He was either at the pub, or passed out drunk at home. In other words useless. 911...? 2d asked himself as a single tear rolled down his face. He was almost certain that someone was breaking into his house, it felt like every breath he took was his last...

And then it all stopped.

No rattling on the other side of the door could be heard, did the person give up...? They were still there; 2d could tell by the loud shuffling. His mind went blank, completely focused on staying as still and silent as possible. Maybe he could still make it out alive?

2d almost had a heart attack when he heard the doorbell. What was the person doing??? They tried to break the door, and now they're just ringing the doorbell as if nothing ever happened?? 2d remained motionless. The bell was rung again. And again. And again. Until the only thing he could hear was the constant agitated ringing. 2d wearily released the breath which he was holding, and slowly stood up. One slow step led to another until 2d was standing in the hallway.

"He-... Hello...?" He called out unsurely, to which the ringing stopped. The two stayed in an awkward silence for the next few seconds, which caused 2d to bring his hands up to his chest to play with his fingers. Crazy ideas started running through his adrenaline filled head; maybe he could have a civilised conversation with his potential killer, and tell him to go away?

"2d......?" The whiney, very drunk voice, which 2d immediately recognised, caused him to make a dash for the door. Without as much as a second thought he pulled it open, slightly regretting the decision when a drunk Murdoc collapsed onto him. "2d...!" He drunkly grinned. "My baby, I missed you so much...!" Hands tightened around the poor, shocked 2d, keeping him in a tight hug.

"Murdoc, what are you doing here??" 2d almost yelled as he struggled to keep the other boy up. He quickly shifted to kick the doors closed, afraid of what else could have been lurking in the dark. "You told me you were going to go home...!"

"I am home." Murdoc planted a sloppy, wet kiss on 2d's neck before stumbling to regain balance on his own two feet. He looked at 2d in a way that made the younger boy shiver. His eyes were hungry, and as possessive as ever; the dominant Murdoc was back, and he was here to stay.

"H-How did you get here??" 2d momentarily stammered, fear creeping into the back of his mind. He knew that although Murdoc looked wasted, he was no lightweight. Murdoc, even when this drunk, was still capable of maintaining conversations and was just as mischievous. 2d had no idea what he was getting himself into. "You're too drunk to drive!" Murdoc ignored him, eyeing him up. "Where's your car anyway?? I didn't see you drive up the driveway!! Don't tell me you walked, you could have fallen under a car!"

"Hm." Murdoc put on a smug thinking face. "You care at least a bit, don't you..?" He said as he placed both his hands on 2d's waist.

"Well, of course I care!" 2d got frustrated. "I'm your best friend for a reason..." He added the last part more unsurely; he didn't know if those were the words Murdoc wanted to hear.

"Yeah.. I guess you are..." Murdoc leaned in dangerously close, yet after just a few tense seconds decided to head to the living room. 2d quickly followed, still fumbling with his fingers.

"You know I'm grounded, right...?" He reminded, watching Murdoc slump down onto the sofa and judge his choice of tv shows.

"Well, of course I know, darling." He dragged the word out as if it was meant to be an insult. 2d didn't know how to feel about this, Murdoc never used this many pet names at once. "That's why I parked my car down the road."

"You what?!" 2d burst out, not startling the drunk Murdoc. "So you did drive! That's dangerous! Why didn't you call me??"

"What, and let you walk all the way to the bar? Alone? In the dark?" Murdoc looked at him mockingly. "Don't be an idiot. I know how to drink and drive without being arrested." He subtlety placed his hand on the space beside him, lightly tapping his fingers. 2d noticed this, he knew what Murdoc wanted. Yet he was still scared of how dangerously outgoing Murdoc was being.

"What if my mom finds you here?" 2d carefully asked. Murdoc rolled his eyes.

"2d, you're grounded. That means you can't leave the house. However I am not grounded. So I can still enter your house. Understood?" He glared, waiting impatiently for 2d to sit down beside him.

"Y-Yes..." 2d had no choice but to give in. He sat down and immediately felt Murdoc's arm around his shoulders.

"That's better..." Murdoc mumbled, not caring if 2d could hear him or not. In moments like these, 2d couldn't help but feel like no more than Murdoc's possession... The worst part was that 2d had grown oddly accustomed to the feeling. It was there all the time, and eventually, it got 2d to believe that Murdoc really cared about his possessions. He definitely wasn't someone who bought something and forgot about it the next day; 2d being the biggest example of this. It felt like Murdoc could never get enough of him, whether this was something good, or bad...

As the time passed, the two focused on the tv instead of each other, both seemingly lost in thought. To 2d, it seemed like this confusing, weird situation he found himself in would never end, yet when Murdoc came back from a bathroom break he took, he no longer sat with an arm around him, but simply next to him. This calmed 2d down a bit. Maybe Murdoc was beginning to sober up? No, no he wasn't. 2d realised that letting his guard down was a mistake when he felt one of Murdoc's hands on his knee. 2d gulped, afraid to look up at Murdoc's face to assess the situation. Instead, he stayed focused on the hand. This wasn't unusual, but drunk, Murdoc was even more unpredictable. 2d's heart sped up with every little move Murdoc's hand made to get closer to his crotch.

"Hey 2d..." Murdoc suddenly spoke up. He casually turned to the boy he was addressing, not bothered by the discomfort on his face. "Have you ever fucked a guy before?" The question startled 2d, this conversation wasn't going to end well...

"Murdoc..." 2d growled under his breath. He needed Murdoc to know that he was testing his limits. "We've talked about this before, you know the answer..." Murdoc ignored this.

"Have you??" 2d shifted in his seat uncomfortably, but found that this only caused Murdoc's grip on his inner thigh to tighten. He never planned to leave, but seeing that Murdoc thought he would, simply meant that he was up to no good. 2d's freedom was getting smaller by the second.

"No........" 2d mumbled, looking away.

"Then why not try?" He could see the smirk forming on Murdoc's face out of the corner of his eye. This really wasn't good.

"I don't want to, Murdoc." 2d tried his best to control his breathing. This was only Murdoc, after all, nothing he hasn't dealt with before. Only a very drunk, strong Murdoc who wanted to fuck him.....

"How could you possibly know that you don't want to, if you've never tried it before? Everything needs a first time, doesn't it? Baby..." 2d shut his thighs tightly when he felt Murdoc's hand wonder too close to his private area.

"Please stop..." But the only reply 2d received to this was Murdoc's nails digging into his tender skin, making him yelp in pain. "Ow! Murdoc, what the fuck?!" 2d tried to pull Murdoc's hand away, but to no avail. It was stuck. "Let go! You're drunk!"

"Who cares?" Murdoc glared. "Let me touch you, and I'll stop hurting you." 2d looked up at him in disbelief, slightly trembling.

"But Murdoc-!"

"You heard me 2d." Murdoc's voice was as stern as ever. "You have a choice." By then, 2d was really scared.

"Why would you say that?! Why would you be mean to me?! You've been so nice! What are you doing?!" 2d stared, wide eyed and still clutching Murdoc's hand in pain.

"Exactly, I've been nice. I've touched you before, what's the difference now?" 2d sighed weakly, terrified. "You know me 2d, I won't hurt you. What happened to trusting me?"

"..." 2d whimpered and wearily let go of Murdoc's hand, spreading his thighs. He had no other choice. He maintained a keen eye on that hand though, and watched as it relaxed and continued moving up.

"There you go, good boy." Murdoc praised, but it made 2d feel miserable. With every flinch 2d's thighs made, Murdoc's grip tightened and relaxed. "You know I like you, and I really want you."

"But you're drunk...." 2d murmured.

"So? We've been drunk together before." Murdoc observed 2d like a hungry wolf. Calm and collected, for now.

"But you're aggressive when you're drunk..." The statement didn't seem to have any effect on Murdoc as he now moved his hand up to touch 2d up through his jeans. "If you were sober you would have remembered that I'm not ready for sex..."

"But why not?" Murdoc pressed on, all of a sudden a bit more confident as he figured out his next move. "I know the first time's always a bit scary, but it's me you're with, and I care about you. So what could possibly go wrong?" 2d sighed an exaggerated sigh, not liking what Murdoc was doing to him, but it wasn't that bad, yet. He was worried about what would happen if he actually got a boner.

"I love you and all, but..." 2d thought intensely about what to do. Maybe I could get him to believe that I'll have sex with him later, like tomorrow! And by tomorrow he'd be sober! He'd apologise and everything would be fine! "I'm not in the mood right now..." 2d finished off his sentence, pretty sure that it would work.

"Then I'll get you in the mood." Murdoc moved quicker than 2d could react, pinning him down to the couch. 2d's eyes widened.

"Murdoc! Get off!" He grabbed Murdoc's forearms, but was too weak to make Murdoc as much as budge.

"Come on, babe, you're going to like this..." Murdoc licked his lips seductively, further scaring 2d. This wasn't the Murdoc 2d knew, this one was out of control!

"No no no! Murdoc, stop it! Right now!" 2d panicked, hoping that Murdoc would regain some sense.

"Aw, come on! Why would I? Just look at you! You look so pretty under me, you belong." Murdoc smirked as he aggressively got in between 2d's legs.

"Mur-"

"2d, you know what I want." Murdoc eyed him up. "You've got what I want, and I want it now." 2d started hyperventilating, on the verge of crying. Murdoc, why are you doing this?! Why, why, why?! What happened to... to the nice Murdoc?! Does it all just come down to this?! Is this all you ever wanted from me?! "Come. On. Baby!" Murdoc nagged, moving their bodies to make the couch creak. 2d started crying.

"Murdoc, I don't want to..." He wailed.

"But you haven't even tried it! We barely even started!" Murdoc leaned down to kiss 2d's neck, the contact making 2d feel so vulnerable and exposed. He knew that Murdoc owned him, yet he was still surprised by how Murdoc kept nagging him for consent. Why not just do it? "2d, please. You're so absolutely perfect and I can't not be with you. I want you so bad! Please 2d, I promise I'll make you feel good...!" By now Murdoc was completely sprawled on top of 2d.

"Don't...." 2d whimpered, no longer able to look Murdoc in the eyes. Everything seemed futile.

"But 2d.... please...?" Murdoc begged, finally realising what state 2d was in.

"No...." 2d somehow managed choke out through his tears. Murdoc sighed, this wasn't going well for him. He propped himself up on his elbows and wiped 2d's tears away with his thumb.

"Ok, ok." He reluctantly stated. "I won't hurt you." 2d's eyes cracked open, suspicious that this was some kind of trap.

"R-Really...?" He wearily asked, in tears.

"Really." Murdoc confirmed, with a sad, tired look.

"Y-... You promise...?" 2d stammered over his words in disbelief.

"I promise." Murdoc finally gave in and got off of 2d, but not before giving him a kiss on the forehead. "I'll have you some other time." The words were mumbled out with a sigh. He sat down on the couch, and looked at the tv screen again. 2d carefully sat up too, all the while keeping his eyes on Murdoc. There was now a gap between the two boys, they weren't going to be sitting next to each other any time soon, as far as 2d was concerned.

What. The hell. Was that?! He thought, constantly staring at Murdoc. Oh my fucking god, talk about sexual tension! I mean, I know it's because of me that he hasn't been fucking around lately, but how could I have known that it would all lead to this?! He... he nearly ra-........... -ped ...... me......... 2d couldn't think of the word. It made him sick to the stomach. But he..... why didn't he do anything to me?? Why didn't he just.... take me? If he wanted me so bad... He got into my house when I was alone, pinned me down on the sofa, but didn't do it... why???? Murdoc always gets what he wants, so why? Why? Why??

... why would he want my consent...?

Maybe he's not as drunk as I thought...? Maybe there are still sober thoughts in that twisted head of his...? I mean, if what I'm thinking is true, he wanted to fuck me from the very beginning... but didn't. He never did, and even if he did something he played it off as a joke. Why would he bother? Why would he bother to gain my trust? To pretend to be my friend...?

2d got a bit more comfortable on the sofa and turned to watch the tv, sniffing away the remnants of his tears. His face felt hot and salty.

Maybe he wasn't pretending...?

- - -

"Alright." Murdoc suddenly spoke up, standing up. 2d observed silently, assuming Murdoc wanted a beer or another toilet break. "I'm going home."

"I'll drive." 2d unexpectedly shot up, surprising even himself. Murdoc looked at him in confusion, with a bit of disapproval.

"What?" 2d could see that Murdoc wasn't too keen on having this conversation, he looked tired and bothered.

"I said, I'll drive." 2d repeated himself, standing up.

"No, you won't. Sit back down." Murdoc dismissed him and turned away.

"Murdoc." 2d harshly stated. "You're too drunk to drive." That's right, no matter what Murdoc did or didn't do, he was still the man 2d loved, and 2d would have never forgiven himself if Murdoc died in a car accident on his way home. When thinking all of this through, 2d realised that he wasn't ready to lose Murdoc. If Murdoc really was a monster, he wouldn't have cared about 2d's miserable pleads for mercy, he would have fucked him at the very beginning, regardless of whether they were friends or not. 2d knew that they could always talk this out the next day, when Murdoc was sober.

"2d, I don't think you get it." Murdoc sighed in frustration. "Why do you think I've never allowed you to come to my house? Why have I never even told you where it is? No, it's not because you have curfew and I don't so I'd rather stay over at yours to have more time with you, it's because I live in a real shitty, dangerous part of town. I will not allow you to drop me off and then walk home completely alone. Not when it's this dark and dangerous!" Murdoc made his serious face, while 2d looked at him in slight disbelief. "So driving me home is out of the question, you adorable dimwit."

There he goes again... 2d shook his head, smiling to himself. ...caring about me... sometimes I really don't understand him, but at least the mystery of where he lives is now solved.

"Murdoc, I can't let you drink and drive. It's dangerous." 2d stated, trying to make Murdoc understand.

"Ugh." Murdoc sighed in frustration. "I've already told you, I know how to-"

"That doesn't mean I'll allow you." 2d cut in. "The only way you're getting home tonight is if I drive." He crossed his arms.

"Well, that's not happening. I'm not allowing you anywhere near that car." They both glared at each other.

"Then you're not going anywhere!" 2d spat, pouting.

"Ok." Murdoc sighed calmly. "Fine, you win, my dearest. So how about I go and sleep in my car, hm?" He put on a fake smile. "I promise I won't drive it, just as you instructed."

"Really?" 2d stated sarcastically with a dull face expression. "Murdoc, I'm not that stupid. If you're staying anywhere, then you're staying here."

"But... you're grounded." Murdoc reluctantly replied.

"Oh, now you care about that?" 2d rolled his eyes. "It doesn't matter, you're too drunk to drive. I'll talk to mom in the morning and clear things up."

"Alright, I guess..." Murdoc tiredly shrugged. "It's getting a bit late, isn't it?" It looked like Murdoc regained his manners, yet his eyes remained trained on 2d.

"Yeah, come on, let's go upstairs. You'll be sleeping in my bed. I'll stay on the sofa."

"Ok." Murdoc was too drunk to realise how heartbreaking and empty 2d's words were. Either that, or he knew that they were going to be sleeping together that night...

-

Once upstairs, 2d went to brush his teeth as Murdoc wondered into his bedroom. When 2d returned, he saw Murdoc sitting and waiting on the bed. He shuffled uncomfortably a bit when feeling Murdoc's constant gaze on himself, and then entered the room.

"You going to sleep now..?" 2d delicately asked, suddenly feeling intimidated.

"Yeah, you?" Murdoc was sitting in a man spread position, hints of a smirk on his face. 2d just nodded. "You're really pretty, y'know? How about you strip for me?" This made 2d blush.

"Wh-What??" He took a step back, defensively. The smirk on Murdoc's face was fully visible now.

"You sleep in pyjamas, don't you? So that means you've got to take your clothes off to put the pyjamas on." Murdoc lifted the material of 2d's night shirt. He wriggled it about in the air, cockily.

"Where did you get that from? It's not nice to roam through people's rooms." 2d stated sourly, trying to hide how scared he really was.

"Come on, you didn't let me fuck you, so at least let me watch you strip." Murdoc stated, intending to make 2d feel guilty. This sentence had the opposite effect though. 2d felt that if he didn't give in to the demands, Murdoc would stop being so nice and would try to take matters into his own hands again.

"O-Ok..." 2d stammered. "But absolutely no touching, understood?"

"Of course." Murdoc smirked, though 2d didn't know if he wanted to believe that. 2d sighed, and instinctively turned his body away as he lifted his shirt up. "Wait, no no no no no." Murdoc quickly stopped him. 2d glanced over with a red face. "You're supposed to do it all sexy like!" Murdoc complained.

"What?" 2d furrowed his eyebrows with a frustrated sigh. "I don't know how to do it 'all sexy like', I've never stripped before!" He pouted.

"Then I'll talk you through it." Murdoc received a glare, but 2d didn't further complain. He wasn't happy with the situation, but to his surprise, wasn't entirely uncomfortable either. "Alright, first of all, stand facing me."

2d reverted his gaze and twisted his face, reluctantly turning to Murdoc. He was still clutching the bottom of his shirt.

"Good, now strip. Slowly. I want to see this." 2d sighed uncomfortably and slowly lifted his shirt, revealing his chest full of hickeys. Murdoc stared, completely fascinating. It was a sight he never had enough of. 2d, frustrated, threw his shirt onto the floor and covered some of himself with his arm. He extended his other arm towards Murdoc.

"Can I have my pyjama top now?" He pouted?

"What?" Murdoc grinned. "But you're not done stripping." 2d glared some more, but was ultimately forced to give in.

"I hate you..." He mumbled.

"I love you too." Murdoc smirked. 2d looked away, mumbling something under his nose. "Now, stop covering your body, and take your jeans off. Preferably with your back towards me so that I could see that ass." Murdoc stuck his tongue out teasingly. 2d just rolled his eyes.

"Not happening." Without turning his back, 2d started to slide his jeans off, trying to make it look as attractive as possible to compensate. Murdoc really enjoyed the show. When noticing 2d's bare thighs, he thought that they were too... empty. He needed to change that. Maybe not now, but later. "Done." 2d snapped Murdoc out of planning how to put hickeys on 2d's thighs by kicking his jeans away. "My pyjamas now." He extended his hand out again.

"You sleep in socks?" Murdoc teased, clearly stalling for time to be able to look at 2d longer.

"Ugh." 2d quickly threw his socks off then stared at Murdoc. "Pyjamas."

"You're not completely done yet..." Murdoc smirked, seeing how the only piece of clothing left on 2d were his knickers.

"Murdoc." 2d warned, folding his arms.

"It was worth a try." Murdoc chuckled. He lifted up a piece of material and waved it about. "Those your pyjama bottoms?"

"Yeah. Can I -... have them?" Mid sentence, Murdoc threw them all the way to the other side of the room, where they rested against the wall. "Wow, thanks." 2d stated sarcastically, preparing to go get them.

"Yeah, I'm sure it's a good idea to turn your back to me, right?" Murdoc spoke up smugly. 2d froze in his tracks and immediately turned to Murdoc, who was still on the bed. "I'm sure one night without them won't kill you." He smirked. 2d sighed in frustration.

"Will I get my shirt?" He asked, not pleased.

"Come and get it." Murdoc smirked smugly and patted the material next to him. 2d eyed him for a moment, and then wearily approached. Murdoc stared in awe.

"Can I... touch it?" Murdoc looked up with puppy eyes once 2d was close enough. He was pointing at 2d's hickey ridden stomach.

"You've touched it before." 2d still wasn't in a good mood.

"Please....?" Murdoc asked as politely as he could. Ugh, I can't believe I'm about to give in to that... 2d thought, just as angry at himself as at Murdoc.

"Fine..." He rolled his eyes when he saw the way Murdoc's face lit up. He couldn't say no, Murdoc was already disappointed enough with the lack of sex. Murdoc's hands slowly wondered 2d's stomach and chest, seemingly exploring it all over again. He pulled 2d closer, and started nibbling and kissing certain parts. 2d shivered, it was really hard for him to force himself to not enjoy this. He had to keep a close eye on Murdoc. Eventually Murdoc's hands slid onto 2d's back and pulled him in for a hug. 2d could feel Murdoc breathing onto his bare skin, it tickled.

"You're so perfect..." Murdoc mumbled out, making 2d sigh again, but this time in a more caring way. He put his hands into Murdoc's hair and started playing with it. Even if Murdoc was too manly to acknowledge it, he too could be adorable sometimes. This was just the beginning of a very long night...

To be continued...

In the original 2d got raped.

He then became Murdoc's sex doll and lost the meaning in life.

Which, of course, Murdoc needed to work really hard to get back.

The original started with this scene.

The original was set in Kong.

Yeah, about that, don't expect an update too soon, just feed on this for now. This chapter took soooo long mate.

Oh yeah, and have ye mates talked to Mudz yet?

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