L-O-V-E (2Doc)

December 15th:

*Murdoc's POV*
What. In the fuck. Had I done...?

I practically just violated 2-D during the night... Just for his cum!
I really needed help... This was just an addiction, like drugs or alcohol...

Noodle? No, she was wise, but she wasn't ready for that shit!

I could never tell 2-D! Even though he's got a crush on someone already, if I let him know I liked the taste of cum... Sweet Satan, I don't want to find out.

Russ? Eh, maybe if I deliver my query in a hypothetical situation, he might not kill me...
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*Russel's POV*
I was at the table eating my breakfast when Murdoc came in.
I could immediately tell he'd done something he wasn't proud of the second he walked in.
"Hey, Russel?" He asked, "Can I have a serious talk with you?"
I sighed and looked up at the ceiling.
"Sure," I said, "What do you wanna talk about?"

He sat down across from me.
"Well," He began, "I have this... Friend, and... Well, he has a friend who... Um... Tasted his cum... And... Now he can't stop eating little bits of my friend's semen. Last night, he called me and said he violated my friend in his sleep just to get a fix... What I wanna know is... How does someone stop having an addiction like that?"
I couldn't believe it.
Murdoc was... Well, of course he was lying to me so I wouldn't kill him, but... I can't help but wonder who this "friend" of his was?
Some druggie, a bartender?
Whoever it is, I'm sure it's just a classic case of old fashioned infatuation.
"Mudz, I think your friend's friend need serious help," I said, "Who's your friend?"
Murdoc just had an "oh shit" look on his face for a few minutes, before transitioning back into a guilty one.
"U-Umm..." He stuttered, gulping before answering me, "He's... You're not gonna kill me, are you?"
I sat still and stared at him.
"O-Oh, okay," He sighed, "I-It's... 2-D-"
I immediately punched him in the face out of reflex once I heard this, sending him sprawling to the floor.
"Ow, Shit!" He cried, "What the Hell, Russ?!"
"You sick piece of shit..." I growled, "How could you?! 2-D is your best friend, and yet you go and pull that shit?! You need some serious help, 'cause you is batshit crazy, damn pickle."
I stormed off.
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*Murdoc's POV*
Well... That went horribly... But at least he didn't kill me...

I really wanted to tell 2-D that it wasn't a dream and apologize, but that would mean throwing the entire time I spent trying to stop our animosity towards each other away...
All the trust we'd built up, our friendship, period.

I sat there on the floor, holding my face, when the very person I was scared to see can stumbling in with a horrified look on his face.
"Did Russel tell him?" I thought, "Oh well... Being 2-D's best mate was fun while it lasted... I hope he enjoyed it as much as I-"
"Mudz, a'e yew okay?!" 2-D cried, rushing to my side, "A-Ah saw Russel stompin' aroun' and figga'd yew'd done sumfin' ta piss 'im off..."
I sighed in relief.
"Yeah, don't worry about me," I said, "I just made a joke and Russel didn't quite get that it was a joke."
2-D sighed and pulled me in for a hug.
"Yew need ta be moa' ca'eful," He said, "Ah dunno wo' ah would do if'n ah lost yew..."
This made me blush.
"G-Gee..." I said quietly, returning the hug and burying my face in his hair- it smelled so sweet, like wildflowers, and it was so soft, too, "G-Glad to know you c-care about me so much..."
I smiled, and could feel him do the same as he snuggled closer to me.
I felt my face begin to heat up...

(Word Count- 666 Words! S-S-Sooooooonnnn-ah! 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏)