Painkillers | 2D x Murdoc

Part I

Why does he have to hate me so much? 2D wondered as Murdoc stumbled out of his bedroom, beer bottle in hand, murmuring curse words all the way. 2D, now covered in fresh scratches and bruises, stared inquisitively at Murdoc as he shut himself in his bedroom. He remained silent, afraid to move or make any sound until he knew he knew that Murdoc was done with him. Five slow, dreadful minutes passed before 2D dared to breath a sigh of relief.

He looked down at himself in disgust. He was absolutely covered in scars. Despite being rather slow and forgetful, he still remembered exactly how he got each one. Especially the cigarette burns. He shuddered. Murdoc only burned him when he was incredibly drunk and furious. These days, that seemed to happen more often. Because of the increasing number of marks, 2D never wore less than a long-sleeve shirt to avoid the suspicion of his fellow band mates, as well as the public eye. Meanwhile, Murdoc could strut around half-naked without a care in the world. Fucking bastard..

2D felt utterly pathetic. He had to be at least two heads taller than Murdoc, but he never tried to fight back. He had an extensive, colorful vocabulary, but he didn't use any of it against him. He took the abuse, head down, metaphorical tail between his legs, holding back tears as his "best mate" called him every name in the book. Anybody else in 2D's position would loathe Murdoc Niccals with a fiery passion. But, even to his own surprise, he didn't. He never had. He had passionate feelings for that asshole, but not in the way you would think.

These feelings were especially intense when the duo actually acted like proper friends. Sometimes, after an argument, Murdoc would come in with a bottle of rum and some cigarette cartons and apologize. They would spend all night getting drunk and talking about random shit, laughing until the choked on the smoke that filled the room. 

Despite all the shit Murdoc puts him through on a regular basis, you couldn't deny that they had a strong bond. They'd practically been through hell and back, and 2D couldn't help but admire him. Hell, he fucking loved him. Not as a brother or a best mate. Stuart Pot had been hopelessly in love with Murdoc Niccals since he first stood up in that parking lot. Unfortunately, 2D knew there was no way in hell that his feelings would be returned, so he kept them locked up, and tried his best to forget about them. It wasn't as easy as it sounded

2D reached for his painkillers with a sigh. He shook his usual four pills out of the bottle, hesitated, and added two more. "This one's gonna hurt in the morning." he mumbled to no one in particular, and swallowed them dry. Carefully, he stood up and trudged soundlessly to the bathroom. God know's what would happen if Murdoc heard him.  He stood in front of the mirror, checking for any serious injuries. As usual, nothing he couldn't deal with on his own. Just bruises, burns, and.. bite marks. He groaned in annoyance. God, not again. People are definitely gonna get the wrong idea.. Last time Murdoc bit him, the fans wouldn't stop talking about it for months, speculating and theorizing. It didn't help that they had a photo shoot the morning after.

2D left the bathroom and headed downstairs. He had to check in with Russel and make sure Noodle was okay. She absolutely hated it when they fought. She was just a little girl, after all. Some dad I am, he thought as he entered the den. Russel was on the couch, nose buried in a book. He looked up when he heard 2D enter the room, giving him a crooked smile.

"Hey, D. You okay?" he asked. 2D shrugged, rubbing his temples. A migraine had already started taking shape.

"I guess," he replied quietly, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was rather late. "Is Noodle still up? I need to talk to her."

"Might be. She went to her room about an hour ago. Knock yourself out." He managed a small smile and left the den in the direction of Noodle's bedroom. He knocked on the door, and waited quietly for a response.