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He tamed his amusement as best he could, not entirely happy with the scenario either, but he was at least half enjoying Octavia's complaints at first. Even so, now he found himself on the receiving end of both Blake tempers, a place he'd rather not be for too long. Particularly locked in a room with them both. He held his hands up briefly as if in defense at the order, more or less echoed by Octavia a moment later. "All right, all right..." 

He climbed off the other man, pulling on his shirt while he began to look around for the key to the cuffs and listening to Octavia's reasoning for the intrusion. 'Murphy? Really?' It was fair. It was an odd and unexpected match, there was no doubt about it. Still, the disgust in her voice coaxed a faint flicker of irritation but he soon let the hilarity of the situation drown it out. At least she was the one most disturbed by the scene for the moment. 

Where was the key? He'd rifled through Bellamy's guard gear, his pockets, glanced over the floor near the bed while Octavia had ranted, but it was nowhere to be found. Surely it couldn't have gone too far, but for now Bellamy would have to stay put while he continued to seek out the key, which would clearly make Octavia squirm even more. A silver lining. Regardless, there was still the threat of a smack in the mouth from Bellamy's sister, if not Bellamy himself once he got free. So Murphy reached to pull up the edge of the bed sheet, tugging it enough to cover Bellamy's 'dignity', even if the rest of him was still bare. "You can stop yelling at the door now."

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Sounds good. It did and maybe it would be, now they had both claimed some sort of recognition of whatever it was they had between them. Even if plainly and in their own way, it had been sincere from Murphy's side and he believed Bellamy had been too. The kiss to the cheek had him stilling where he stood, the touch so tender and unusual he offered no response, simply appreciating the shared moment. Such a small gesture held so much significance, a rare show of real affection rather than only feverish yearning. As much as the intensity of those times were enjoyed, the sentiment of the kiss to his cheek felt like something to cherish. 

Now as Bellamy straightened up, Murphy studied him. A small part of him searching the other's features for a sign of worry or regret, instinctively ready to guard himself should it appear. But for the most part, he was looking only to admire, to savor the warmth he was feeling for Bellamy, blooming deep in his chest now that he allowed it to escape just a little. Just a little. Just for now.  

He let the silence linger on, the two staring at each other as their vague but somehow certain claim on one another continued to sink it. As if it needed to settle before either of them spoke. Finally, Murphy averted his gaze with a smile only to refocus on Bellamy once more, swaying to give a bump of his shoulder to the other man's and letting his attention drift again as he wandered a few steps away.

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Desperate to take the word back or at least dilute it with more accusatory comments to dismiss it, he was against the wall before he could voice any, Bellamy pressed against and their mouths locked in the kiss. For a second he was incensed that he could be cut off so abruptly just when he wanted to roll back his brief but significant baring of emotion, to brush it off as mockery in case it should come back to bite him in some way. But the intensity of the kiss tempered the urge. The desire to stretch the distance, emotionally and physically, ebbed away and was replaced by a profound need for the other's touch. His bitter anger tamed by the kiss and merged into impassioned annoyance that it had taken so long, only now seeming to realize he had wanted it so much. And now he welcomed it, eagerly responding until they parted to catch their breath. 

The few small steps Bellamy took back seemed too far, with Murphy now craving for the weight of the other pressed against as if the sensation grounded him, kept him from spiraling into animosity despite the whirlwind of emotion the contact reaped in its place. Equally if not more unsettling, if not for the hint of odd serenity in it all. As Bellamy finally spoke up, his words appeared to swing so quickly from the threat of more insults to a statement of hope. There was that feeling again; hope. Or possibility. Though Murphy was reluctant to grasp at the first he could perhaps hold on to the latter. The possibility that it could be something. He took it with an approach to close the gap between them and a quiet breath of amusement. "Yeah... I'm never done." Even a little sarcastically self-deprecating humor just to attempt the have the last word on the matter, though he now brought himself closer still with a bump of his chest to Bellamy's. "Well, we're definitely something."

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Yes, he wanted to blame him. For everything right now. For letting him get caught up in this mess of a connection between them. This self-destructive, doomed relationship, if it could even pass as that. It couldn't, it was nowhere near what it should be and yet more than enough for him to want to grasp at the pieces of it as they fell apart. To blame Bellamy for everything would mean his own desertion would be justified, his retreat just common sense. 

It wasn't so simple and the knowledge of that angered him more, threw him out deeper into uncertainty and fear. Afraid of losing something he'd found himself wanting, afraid of placing a shred of trust in the other and discovering it was a mistake, and afraid it would eventually be his fault, not Bellamy's. So why couldn't he just let go? He tried to reason it was that Bellamy was imposing with his very existence, that it made for a laborious escape, but Murphy knew he was reaching for freedom with one hand and clinging to the uncertain sanctuary that was Bellamy Blake with the other. 

He could tell the other to suck it up and handle the failings, of himself, of both of them. There was a constant temptation to do so as Bellamy went on, the other now close and making it harder to resist a reaction. Every word was pulling Murphy towards a caustic reply, a burning answer to destroy the whole thing once and for all, to harm Bellamy irreparably, but all that came out was a single furious word. "You." Instantly he regretted it, retreating several steps with that casual offhand disposition clawed back into place before he went on as if the word hadn't meant anything. "Happy now? Feeling blameless?"

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"How I want it to be?" He couldn't resist a quiet huff of laughter at that, as humorless as the sound was as it escaped. "That's a first." When had he had any choice or say in what anyone else did? Especially Bellamy Blake. Didn't the king always do what he chose and to hell with everybody else? Unless his choices rolled around you in a more favorable way, you'd be screwed. The only reason Murphy had ever found benefit before was because he had aligned himself with Bellamy, never the other way around, not even meeting halfway. Now Bellamy was asking what he wanted. 

He couldn't answer right away. As much as he would have liked to snap an answer back he had to take a few seconds at least to try to say exactly what he needed to, but perhaps he wouldn't even manage that. The other's tone seemed accusing, or maybe merely the words chosen. Although it may have simply been that Murphy didn't want the decision when it was offered in such a way. As if he would be to blame for whatever they had ending and was already at fault for it crumbling to this point. He was sure it hadn't been anything resembling steady in the first place. In his view he had practically walked in on Bellamy in pursuit of another conquest, so what was the issue? Wouldn't this be exactly what Bellamy wanted, to be given freedom to do what he wanted? He already had that. When he spoke up, Murphy gave the only answer he thought Bellamy really wanted, and the only one he could bring himself to offer, inwardly cursing the lack of conviction in his voice. "Do what you want, Bellamy. I don't care."

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There was the satisfaction he sought, or at least, a fragment of it. The blow and its effect instantly fired up a desire to repeat the strike, to keep going. It felt now as if that would be the solution to beat down any incessant inclinations to feel anything favorable for Bellamy. To force it into submission with every punch they might throw at each other. How could there be anything left after that? More desperate reasoning to cloak reality. After all that had happened between them, their crimes against one another, the scorn and condemnation passed back and forth, he had still found something resembling solace in the other. If not that, then a shallow hope of it at least. A fist fight was a poor candidate if their entire history hadn't managed to obliterate the chance for such a thing.

Murphy had no opportunity to continue nor to escape the punishment, delivered with immediate efficiency that dropped him to the ground. Control left him as a vicious jolt shot through, robbing him of breath while he could do nothing but writhe in pain and wait for it to cease. He'd been shock lashed before on the Ark, but it wasn't an experience you could grow used to, and the guard wielding it this time seemed to be drawing out the event. When it finally ended he gasped for air, rolling onto his side with a thought to stand right away if only in some pointless defense. But for the moment, he was helpless until the effect began to wane. Not quickly enough. 

He need not have worried as he was dragged to his feet, willing his still weak legs not to give way as they cuffed his hands behind his back. Under arrest. Maybe it had been worth it. Maybe it was a reminder that he and Bellamy would always somehow be on different sides no matter where they stood. He didn't bother with a glance to the other as he was led away.

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Stumbling back several steps following the shove he still couldn't give up his grin, not yet. He had expected some kind of retaliation for the rough nudge to the other's shoulder but part of him hoped for Bellamy to just let it go, or mutter an irritable comment at the most. Let him walk away with some satisfaction at the closure of whatever had surfaced between them. An ending to this unwilling bind that had Murphy growing fond of the other man. Whether or not he'd have truly been contented with that was irrelevant now, with Bellamy already stepping a touch closer to confront.  

Murphy looked on with the same amusement once the outburst began. Here we go again, he thought, only this time he wouldn't be feeling guilty about a single thing once it was over. Something to say... do something... again he had plenty but was more eager to speak up with fresh insults than offer anything physically just yet. The second shove tipped the balance. Inexplicably so, as if a violent reaction had been precariously hovering just beyond awareness. But Bellamy's last move had seemed to spark it without warning and Murphy snapped. 

Maybe he should have done this before, back when they'd been firing words at each other to attempt some damage. As much as words could often cut a deeper wound than any assault, at times a literal attack was all that would do. It came with a swift swing of Murphy's clenched fist aimed right at Bellamy's mouth.

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