Saturday was gone for a few days. He said that there were things he needed to do. That it was all just 'keeping up appearances' for their own good and that he'd be back soon enough. Mother and Father needed to be placated properly and remain convinced that Sat was still loyal. Zev didn't like having Saturday gone for so long, but if it meant time alone with no one keeping an eye on them? He was willing to let it happen.

When Sat came back, though, he was acting weird. Zev saw it as stress. He was more than happy to get some liquor in his boy and suck him off with real dedication. After all, it was important to show Saturday that he was missed. When he finished, Sat got him a drink to rinse his mouth. He downed the shot and pulled Sat down onto the bed with him.

The last thing Zev remembers is Saturday whispering something that might have been 'sorry' and then he was unconscious.

Zev didn't know there was such a thing as a DOPE agency, a few days ago. Now he knows one of its agents and has just become aware that there is a double agent working between that group and his own. It's amazing the things the CIA doesn't consider to be on his 'need to know' list. This morning, though, he received an order to meet in private with this supposed 'double-agent'. Fine. Whatever. His interest is piqued. He may as well.

He doesn't bother with the obvious 'I am either a government agent or a complete tool' suit and tie. He just puts on a nice pressed shirt and good black jeans and sends out a note that he'll meet this stranger at the Tavern on the Hill in DC. His DC. He slips on his holsters, pulls on a casual blazer over that, and PINpoints to one of his favorite DC pubs. He walks down the steps to the door that's just below street level and enters the dark little bar. He gets a pint of beer for himself and finds a nice secluded booth to wait in. He doesn't know what sort of bullshit he's in for, but he's hoping it's brief.

Murdoc slept the whole night with his body wrapped tightly around Sheldon and the boy's foot tied to the bed. Escape attempts would be known and he could stop them. As he starts to wake slowly, he's glad for the few hours of peace he received. He also stops his hips immediately. It's a bad habit, but hard to break when it's something you do when mostly asleep. Muds had hoped it wouldn't happen after the night they had. Oh well. Maybe the kid didn't notice. Not everyone appreciates being woken up with slow dry humping. ... At least it stayed to dry humping.

"Mmmmm... You awake yet?"

Sands made good argument that he had to keep sleeping with Murdoc's teen alt. That was forgiven. It was allowed. But, if Murdoc was going to put himself through the strain monogamy caused him out of love and devotion, the least Sands could do was not slip off to fuck his pirate playmate. But he had. Murdoc's husband had been fucking Jack. Time and again, even. And Muds wasn't asked or even told. He had to find out on his own. From the goddamn cabin boy.

Murdoc has no interest in fucking his own alts, but he wants to get even. He can't hurt Sands, or he would have. He fucked him hard and rough. Even strangled him. But it was little different from the rough sex they have at least once or twice a month just because they both enjoy it. No message gets across that way.
Feeling angry and impotent to get his anger across, Murdoc goes back to cocaine to regain his confidence. He hasn't since getting together with his husband, but right now he doesn't much care what Sands does or doesn't approve of him doing. After a few lines, a plan comes to him.
The kid will be going into the military soon and that's been bringing back memories for Murdoc. Turnabout is fair play isn't it? So he kidnaps Sands' young alt.

The boy is still bound at the wrists and ankles when Muds pulls the black bag off of his head and lets him see the bedroom he's sitting in.

"Hello, Sheldon."

Murdoc and Sands are back from Vegas. They stay in Sands apartment, because it's nicer. Muds sits on the bed with the sheets loosely draped over him, though not enough to keep it from being indecent. His body temperature is high at all times and he doesn't give a damn about nudity.
He lays back, hair laying at awkward angles, and smokes as he watches Sands.

"So, now that we're back, does this mean the honeymoon's over?"
He smiles slow and laughs under his breath. The whole mess is ridiculous, but damn pleasing all at the same time. But now they're back to reality. He has to watch the nexus play out it's bizarre games and Sands has other people to vie for his attentions.

"What do you plan t'do with the ring now?"

Murdoc gets a full bottle of whiskey from the bar before leading Sands to his room. He locks the door behind them because he doesn't need anymore babysitting assignments from Red while he has company.
A lot of things were said while Sands was laying helpless in the chair and terrified of the sound of the needle's motor. He said things Murdoc feels sure he can't possible have meant, but he'll enjoy believing it for the night. Give up on everyone else. Just the two of them against a world. Just like it always really has been.

He passes the whiskey bottle to Sands and slides his coat off to toss it on the couch.
"Is this a classy occasion? Should I find us some glasses?"