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Murdoc chuckled softly and victoriously at the sight in front of him. It had taken him a week to convince 2D to let him do this, and he now stood above a blank canvas he could cover in blotchy pinks and purples and blues. 2D watched Murdoc’s hungry gaze run over his long and slender body. The dim yellow light of the lamp on the table curved around his thin frame, highlighting the bone and sinew. Murdoc grinned maliciously, baring sharp teeth, before leaning in to kiss 2D roughly. 2D tugged at the cold and tight ropes that bound his wrists and ankles to the bed. The cold metal bed frame was prodding against his thin limbs. Murdoc bit 2D’s lip roughly, chewing and savoring the flavor of his spit before he moved his tongue into 2D’s mouth. 2D parted his soft lips and let the tongue invade his mouth, as it began to push deeper and lick at the back of his throat. He gagged softly as his tongue was coated with the strong flavor of cigarettes and saliva, a taste he had grown so accustomed to over the past few months. Murdoc pulled away. 2D huffed heavily, letting the acrid air of his filthy room fill his body. He could still feel Murdoc's slobber thinly covering his lower lip and leaking down his chin. It began to fall down his throat, and he swallowed thickly.
Murdoc leaned in to mark the milky white skin of 2Ds throat, to claim it as his territory, to show that his singer, his singer, had been marked by a god. He pushed his jagged teeth into the cold skin and chewed softly, waiting for blood to dribble down onto his teeth. 2D hissed and clenched his jaw, heaving breaths flowing out of his twitchy nose. Murdoc continued pressing and digging until he felt warm blood gush and leak into his mouth, and 2D shrieked for just a second with terror, before moaning, undeniable desire weaving into his whimpery noises. He hated how much he wanted him to keep doing this. Murdoc pulled away to admire his work for a moment, and stare at 2D’s chest heaving and gasping for air. Purple and blue blotches formed and spread around the bite, distinct teeth marks showing themselves and leaking hot and warm liquid down his skin. He leaned in and licked the blood off 2D’s neck, enjoying the salty nature of the thin liquid that endlessly seeped from the fresh wound he had inflicted. 2D’s mouth hung open, revealing crooked teeth. Murdoc listened to the air pour out and refill his singer’s lungs.
2D stared at Murdoc moving slowly around him, like a beast around his wounded prey, excitedly awaiting his next move. Murdoc ran a frigid and calloused hand along 2D’s side, pushing softly at his ribs. He breathed gingerly at the gentle touches. Murdoc moved his hand slowly up and pressed his thumb on 2D’s nipple. He whimpered as Murdoc began to move his thumb in rough circles, before pinching and pulling it up. He feigned a grimace at the pain, trying to pretend he didn’t enjoy it. It didn't matter when he was entirely nude though, and Murdoc could see his erection laying stiff against the blue fuzz running up his stomach and thinly spreading on his chest. Murdoc ran a sharp nail along the underside of 2D’s shaft, pressing delicately enough to ensure his safety, but strong enough that he could feel it burning and swirling in his core. 2D mewled. Murdoc snickered at the pathetic state of the man beneath him.
“We’re just getting started and you’re already so worked up.”
“Well, what’re you going to do to me?” 2D asked with obvious desperation in his whiny voice. He could feel his stomach churning with delight and terror.
“Oh, you’ll find out.”
Murdoc giggled sinisterly at his own remark. 2D looked at the teeth showing through Murdoc’s thin lips as he laughed. They were jagged and unnaturally sharp, and above them were pink and receding gums. Thin lines of yellow plaque coated the ridges where the bone and flesh met. Murdoc lunged in and hungrily bit his skin again, this time aiming for the jutting collarbone that poked out of his upper chest. He chewed and gnawed at it. 2D winced and sniveled as stained teeth stabbed his pale skin and ripped it apart.
An inadvertently desperate whine slipped out of 2D’s throat. He felt his cock throb and he clenched his muscles. Murdoc chuckled at this wordlessly. 2D averted his black eyes, far too ashamed of his arousal to look at him. He had no clue how Murdoc was so brazen about this- he truly had no shame. Murdoc licked the blood off, rough tongue irritating the sensitive wounds. He grabbed 2D’s jaw and forced him to look Murdoc in the eyes. His face was stretched into a grin, showing stained teeth and a blood-covered tongue. It hung out of his mouth. They panted heavily, mere inches separating their faces. 2D could feel his feeble heart pounding mercilessly against his chest, slowly rumbling up to his throat.
“Your blood is so warm, it’s so nice to taste you, bluebird. You like it when I bite you, don’t you?” Murdoc asked.
His voice was thick and warm. 2D didn’t respond. He nodded softly, but shame welled up in his body and kept him from producing proper words.
“Answer me.” His voice echoed through the cold air.
2D sighed heavily, mustering courage.
“Yes...” he whined.
Murdoc was satisfied with this answer and continued nibbling 2D’s skin while moving down slowly, before biting harshly at his right nipple. 2D let out a small and harsh sob at the sudden pain. He felt warmth coiling inside his body, persisting through each wave of cold sweats that washed over him out of fear. He watched blood dribble down his sides and felt it drop onto the sheets beneath him, staining them with a vibrant saffron color. Murdoc continued chewing and gnashing his jaws over the sensitive and flushed skin. He tugged at it and savored the feeling of skin peeling under and around his teeth. Murdoc knew his mandible had the power to ruin the body underneath him. The ecstasy of his dominance ran through him and his widened eyes, hidden by a thick black mop of hair.
2D shivered as prodding teeth bruised and mangled his body. Murdoc slowly trailed down, dragging his teeth on his skin along the way, until he made his way to 2D’s aching dick, licking a stripe up the shaft and sending an electrifying jolt through 2D’s body. The feeling swirled in his mind, forcing a shaky grin to spread over his face. Murdoc continued to lap at the flushed skin. He moved up, focusing on the head and the way it throbbed. Murdoc grabbed it, pulling it up, before placing his lips around the head. He gently ran his teeth along the ridge, poking at it and letting 2D’s cock leak salty ooze over his tongue. Murdoc swallowed around it, suckling softly and pulling tiny noises from the singer. 2D’s voice was whiny and shaky, as were his breaths. He could feel his body burning with pleasure, before accidentally bucking roughly into Murdoc's mouth. His disobedience would not go unpunished. Murdoc pulled his warm and inviting mouth away. 2D uttered a pitiful noise as his prick fell and flopped against his stomach.
“I never said you could do that.”
“Murdoc, please go back, I need itttt...” 2D hated the desperation in his voice and knew that no matter how much he pleaded, he wouldn’t finish any time soon. He gulped.
Murdoc grabbed 2D’s left thigh roughly, black lacquered nails pressing into the milky skin. He squeezed with intensity, ensuring that his nails were digging in deep enough to hurt him. Murdoc dragged his nails over the skin, making perfectly even red lines. He let go, satisfied with 2D’s noises (for now), and walked to his side. Murdoc made a show of wriggling out of his tight jeans that barely contained his own throbbing cock and lazily stroked it right in front of 2D. He moaned excessively loudly, mouth hanging open and unleashing unfiltered and savory noises.
“Oh, god, this feels soooo good” he teased.
He moaned and goaded him continuously about how incredible it felt, and only stopped when he started to lose himself. A delirious grin spread over Murdoc’s face and his eyes wandered over 2D. He huffed loudly, leaning on the bedside table to regain himself. 2D scowled at him with jealousy, whimpering and sighing through his clenched teeth.
“Are you gonna be good for me?”
2D groaned at the question.
“You sound like you don’t want to finish,” Murdoc growled.
“I’ll be good,” 2D responded, voice flat and miserable.
Murdoc grabbed his throat and squeezed tightly for a few seconds.
“Are you gonna be good for your god, Stu? Are you?” His voice was warm and raspy, hanging heavy like the air before a storm.
2D coughed and grunted for a second before hacking out a choked “yes!”
Murdoc continued for a second. He savored the feeling of 2D’s heartbeat as blood pumped hard against his tightly wrapped hand, before letting go.
2D gasped for air after the sudden denial. It scratched and burned his dry throat as it rushed into his lungs. Murdoc gave him only a second to regain himself. 2D let out a long whine as Murdoc moved back down and began to jerk him off with his warm, calloused hands. He moved agonizingly slow and savored the noises 2D made.
“I need you to tell me if you’re close to cumming” Murdoc instructed firmly
“and if you don’t I’ll have to punish you. Do you understand?”
“Yes...” 2D whined in desperation.
Murdoc quickly moved his clenched fist up and down. 2D cried out loudly while Murdoc grinned at the whiny mess he had made.
“Mm, you’re close?”
2d gritted his teeth, before uttering a groan and reluctantly releasing a drawn-out “yesssss”
Murdoc stopped, and let go of him. 2D sobbed, begging him to let him finish. Murdoc watched him breathe heavily and stared at his needy and tear-stained eyes.
“You’re such a good boy, so desperate, and you’re still obeying your god.”Murdoc praised.
He leaned in and licked a tear off 2D’s face. 2D whined, desperate to feel Murdocs tongue lick his most sensitive parts. He wanted to feel his thick fluids ooze down Murdoc’s throat and look into his needy eyes. 2D dwelled in his fantasies for a moment before Murdoc slapped him in the face in anger.
“Focus on me, love.” he asserted.
2D moaned softly at the rough touches. He could feel himself starting to lose his stability. Murdoc ran his nails along the shaft and prodded at it. He poked the tip softly, his thin black nail digging into the sensitive flesh. 2D shuddered as he watched Murdoc tread across the room. His feet stepping carefully over the objects on the floor.
“Where are you going??” 2D asked, nervously.
Murdoc didn’t respond, reaching a hand into an open drawer beyond 2D’s line of sight. He pulled out a few items and walked back to the eagerly awaiting singer. Murdoc held up a long, thin, black candle and stared deeply into 2D’s eyes. A sliver of golden light ran along its side.
“You want it?” Murdoc asked.
2D panted, still trying to hold himself together, before whimpering out a small and desperate “yes.”
Murdoc flicked the lighter in front of 2D and held it up to the wick. The room was silent, aside from the sizzle of the candle’s flame and their bated breaths. Having lit the candle, Murdoc placed the lighter on the table and held it at an angle above 2D’s chest. 2D breathed heavily, anticipating the feeling of the hot wax melting onto his tender skin. He pinched his eyes shut and felt a single drip hit his stomach. He yelped at the single droplet spreading a painful jolt through a small patch of skin. Murdoc smiled. He moved it slightly upwards, aiming to make a trail of black wax slowly dribble up to his freshly inflicted bites. 2D was still shutting his eyes tightly, struggling to contain himself and keep whatever dignity he had left. The candle continued to melt, and a large drop fell onto his sternum. “Fuck!” He cried, pain running through his ribs. Murdoc adjusted it. The drops began to fall at smaller intervals, quickly pattering onto the skin below and making a trail of hot blotchy pinks and reds beneath the drying wax. Murdoc stared at him, moving the candle above a bite mark. He watched intently as a droplet fell into two of the holes his teeth had created. It sizzled inside the divots. 2D clenched his teeth and let out a hard sob, eyes shooting open to watch more wax quickly fall into the aching wounds.
“Murdoc! Fuck!” He cried, back arching off the bed.
2D felt a pained tear run down his face and hit the pillow under him. Murdoc watched the hot wax cover the wound in a thick black pool that slowly hardened, making a wonderful contrast to the beautiful blues and purples that adorned 2D’s torso. 2D was panting loudly, hissing as each fiery drop fell to his bruised skin. The cold and bitter air burned his throat as it rushed in and out with each breath. Outside of his heart thumping thunderously, his chest falling and rising impossibly quickly, and his cock pulsing at each piercing pain that dug into his chest, he could only feel the ecstasy of the pain and powerlessness he was experiencing. Murdoc huffed softly, watching 2D squirm and wriggle, tugging against the ropes that bound him to the bed. He held the black candle still above his chest, watching it roll down and leave a smattering of wax on his skin.
Murdoc pursed his lips and lifted it gingerly. He blew the candle out, before firmly stubbing it against 2D’s ribs. 2D yowled, his high-pitched voice filling Murdoc’s ears. Murdoc twisted the candle slowly while pushing it deeper into his chest, and bit his lip softly to control himself as he listened to the burning wick sizzle and crackle against 2D’s skin. 2D wriggled as the fiery feeling spread through his torso. His cock was pulsing angrily, desperate for touch after being starved of it for so long.
“FUCK! God, please Murdoc, please!” 2D babbled, voice hoarse and needy.
Murdoc stared. His heavy gaze lingered over the burned and bruised body.
“You want me, don’t you?” Murdoc stated, lust dripping from his words.
He placed a hand on 2D’s face, thumb prying his eye open so he would be forced to stare at him. 2D heaved for air.
“Tell me, love. Tell me how much you need me.”
2D groaned desperately, trying to hold on to any bit of dignity, any bit of strength he had left.
Murdoc continued to stare, eyes locked in a burning and lustful gaze. Their breath filled the air between them, reeking of cigarettes and grimy teeth. It was dirty, and they both loved the filth they shared. 2D sobbed loudly and began to plead and beg.
“I need it! Please, I need it, let me cum, please” he lamented.
“PLEASE!”
Murdoc sighed softly. “What do you want, love? Do you want to fuck me? You wanna fuck me, don’t you?”
2D nodded fervently while whimpering “yes.”
“You’ve been such a good boy for me, you’ve earned this.” Murdoc praised.
He grabbed a bottle of lube and dropped a few dollops of gel onto 2D, watching it splatter on his dick. 2D hissed as the cold goo spread over him. Murdoc reached down and spread it over the pulsing shaft, thumb diligently running over the bright pink tip. He stroked his hand up and down slowly, staring at the pulsing thick veins running up the sides. He let go and straddled 2D, gently grinding on his erection, ensuring the cold gel would rub against his waiting hole. 2D moaned loudly, even little touches to his leaking and throbbing cock felt like electricity coursing through his exhausted and bruised body.
Murdoc lined himself up with 2D’s cock, before slowly pressing his body down. He felt the tip enter him and he groaned at the stretch. 2D was panting and whimpering, afraid that any wrong move would make Murdoc pull away and keep him from finishing. Murdoc continued to lower himself slowly. His breaths were shaky and soft. He could feel the warm appendage rubbing his insides and he was enjoying it thoroughly. Murdoc's eyes shut gently, teeth grinding together in an attempt to keep his composure. He continued lowering himself until he settled flush with 2D’s lap. He sat on him for just a moment, staring at 2D’s shaky body and watched a droplet of sweat fall down his face. Their hearts were pounding through their chests. 2D groaned at the relief, breath beginning to even out slightly. Murdoc swiveled his hips slowly, ensuring his singer, his toy, would be properly worked up and needy. Shaky and rapid breaths were the only sound in the room. Murdoc grinned tenderly, adoring the state of 2D. He shivered at every sensation. Murdoc’s frigid legs were pressed firmly against 2D’s sides, holding himself in place. His arms crossed loosely over his chest, a galling symbol of his satisfaction. Murdoc pushed himself up and down slowly, mewling gently at the feeling.
“Mm, you fill me so well, Stu. It’s like your cock was made just for me, just to stuff me full” he warbled.
“You like it when I ride you? Y-hoh, fuck-“ he moaned as he began to move faster “you like when I slam my ass down onto your aching prick?”
2D nodded fervently at the question. Murdoc reached a hand down to grip 2Ds side and help steady himself. Every time Murdoc moved, 2D sputtered out a noise, far too lost to listen to the words Murdoc was spewing. Murdoc slowly began to lose himself to the burning sensation inside of his body. He gripped his own cock firmly and began to stroke himself with fervor, moaning as sticky fluid oozed onto his hand. 2D watched him move rhythmically like a machine made to ride him. His hand made slick noises as he slid it up and down. Murdoc’s eyes were locked shut. The skin on his head wrinkled and stretched from the desperate face he was pulling. 2D could only watch. His exhaustion prevented him from doing anything else- he couldn’t buck his hips into Murdoc, he could only pant loudly and emit noises of pure pleasure. Murdoc stopped and slowed himself down for just a second.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty when you’re a mess like this” he huffed, “I love seeing you like this.” He began to move quickly again.
2D moaned loudly. “I’m close, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!” He belted.
“Yeah, cum for me, Stu, you’ve earned it. You’ve been such a good boy for me”
The praise lingered in 2D’s ears- it was very rare for him to hear anything positive from Murdoc, and he savored it.
“I wanna feel you cum in me, love” Murdoc moaned.
His mind swirled in ecstasy as he quickly came closer and closer to finishing. 2D shook violently as he came inside of Murdoc, howling at his long-awaited release. Murdoc whimpered loudly as it coated his insides and filled him slightly. Murdoc continued, chasing his own climax. 2D moaned from overstimulation at each little movement of Murdoc’s clenching hole.
“So close” he panted as he continued to speed up, “you make me cum too fast, ‘D” he groaned.
2D stared at his own jizz dripping down his softening dick and dribbling out of Murdoc's hole. It was incredible to see him so lost in his own pleasure. Murdoc moaned lewdly and finally released himself onto 2D’s stomach, whimpering and grinding on 2D until every bit had shot out of him. His hips began to slow down and eventually stopped, still letting 2D soften inside of him. He collapsed, exhausted, onto 2D’s body and panted, 2D’s spent cock slipping out of his dripping, used hole.
They listened to each other breathe, coming down slowly from their own peaks. They bathed in the warmth of the other's skin. Their eyes were both shut loosely. Their faces slackened. Murdoc wrapped an arm behind 2D’s neck.
“You were so good tonight, thank you for doing this.”
2D shuddered. “You’re such a freak, mudz.”
“Oh, you love it though.”
They both chuckled softly at this. Murdoc leaned up and gently picked some of the wax off of 2D’s chest. 2D winced and breathed shaky breaths as it peeled off. Murdoc’s claws moved up and began to peel the wax off of the bites. 2D hissed and groaned at the pain, no longer erotic- just painful.
“Shhh, it’s almost over love, I’ve just gotta clean you up a little.”
Murdoc kissed 2D’s cheek gently. He continued to pick at it until most of the wax was gone. Murdoc rubbed it gingerly. He leaned into 2D again and held the back of his head gently, working his fingers through the soft hair.
“You doing ok?” Murdoc asked tenderly.
“Yeah, just tired.” 2D sighed.
“Me too.”
He reached up to his left and began to untie him. The rope came loose and began to drop his arm. Murdoc held the wrist gently and rubbed it with his thumb.
“Mmm,” 2D hummed at the feeling of his blood beginning to spread through his hand again.
Murdoc slowly lowered it and undid his other limbs in a similar manner, ensuring his comfort and safety. 2D stayed splayed out on the bed as Murdoc clambered back over top of him, gently rolling 2D over. He tucked himself behind the singer and wrapped an arm around him.
“Thanks, muds. That was fuckin great.”
“And to think you were so hesitant.” Murdoc chuckled.
Their bodies mingled and wrapped together and they slowly drifted off together, both lost in their exhausted minds.