2D and Stuart is the same person, just soez everyone knows. c:
Haven't had a chapter story in a while. Enjoy. lD
I don't own Gorillaz.
He didn't really understand why his bassist always seemed to be the leader in all of their conversations and ideas. Tonight especially he would slur his words enough to make the women twitch in their seats with need making the singer feel incredibly uncomfortable then getting complimented on his own appeal. Murdoc never could see sometimes how much he would embarrass his singer with all of the taunting, teasing, and snark. He was so use to it that it only really bothered him in front of the public. He knew he was a loser and he was okay for Murdoc to pick on that about him. He just didn't want the rest of the world to do the same.
Here, he walked next to the edgy young man hoping to score the usual groupie or anything else that was willing to mate with him as they made their ways down the hallway from the stage. Stuart had always come to hate being 'behind the curtains' with the satanist watching him expose himself and act like a complete prick to get what he wanted.
The older man only smirked his hands shoved down deeply into his jean pockets feeling invincible staying close to the blue haired man's side. Passing by a few more attendants for the program they'd just been guests on Stuart only felt the ping of a headache starting to form behind his tired eyes. The interview had gone well but the overwhelming feeling kicked in after ten minutes of listening to fans cheering. The constant giggling, commenting and gawking had wore thin. All the singer wanted now was a cigarette, maybe a beer, and lastly his marvelous pain killers. He palmed is dented head smoothing away at the soreness hoping to relieve the growing pain in some way until then got to the car. Pushing together against the double doors both males now entered the parking garage several people roaming around.
"Murdoc, I'm gonna need my painkillers.." Stuart informed his voice cracking a few times hoping the man turned away from vanity to the aid of his best mate. Murdoc's two-toned vision only kept on the promiscuous women mentally making track of whom he had banged or not, scouting out his new prey.
"Right, right. Be right there." He chuckled pulling the keys of the Jeep out and tossing them over his shoulder at the younger man. 2D could only watched as the man headed into one of the man dark corners with awaiting women.
'Prick..' 2D grimaced clutching closely to the keys heading down a bit further thankful to see the Jeep free of harm and still perfectly locked like they had left it. Thankfully now the vehicle had windows so worries of theft had decreased for the singer. He always hated being away from his addiction. Unlocking the car the man climbed in closing the door and immediately started digging for the prescription bottle in the trash ridden floor boards.
Success.
Popping open the bottle he quickly made haste into swallowing a few capsules. Slowly closing the container Stuart sunk into the passengers seat exhaling with the content knowledge that his head would soon start hurting. Closing his eyes he let the bottle topple back down into the heap of mess relaxation quickly reaching through every nerve in his system. Shoving the keys into his pockets he promised the last of his muscle strength away for a while opening his eyes to relocate hidden pictures in the graffiti overhead.
After an hour sounds outside of the Jeep seemed slower and everything seemed twice it's gravity. Opening the door 2D stumbled out falling onto the cement Barely a car was in site now aside from the few randomly assorted in the dimly light area.
Standing the singer stretched closing the door loudly hoping the Bassist would hear that his precious Jeep was being assaulted.
He hated when he was always at the end of the short stick. Drugs was his thing and sex was Murdocs'. It's just how things had always been. It's just seemed so unfair now. Especially with the way the Satanist had charmed the ladies with his accent laced with sarcasm. It was completely juvenile and Stuart envied him for that. Whenever he himself spoke all the woman would giggle saying 'how cute 2D was', or making cracks like, 'he has such a cute voice'. It annoyed the singer to no end that he wasn't as charming enough as the green toned man.
"Bastard.." Stuart moaned out attempting to sing through the drug induced haze. Nothing responded. Looking around he remembered where the bassist was headed and growled walking as best he could back to the last place he saw the Satanist.
Coming closer to one of the other vehicles Stuart blushed at the sounds coming from within it the car starting to ease off of it's rocking motion. Taking a better glance around he saw through his flush the bassists inverted cross necklace laying on the ground of a nearby doorway.
'Murdoc?' The singer questioned slightly concerned before shrugging away the guilt as he pressed up against one of the knowingly empty and safe cars he listened peering his head in eyes going widen at the site.
The noises he had been hearing so faintly now added up to the scenes before him. He covered his mouth with both hands too shocked to really comprehend what the satanist was shagging.
There pressed up against the wall with Murdoc's aid was a woman who looked like 2D himself. It was too real to even imagine but there she was. Legs spread wrapped dangerously tight around the bassists hips their bodies rolling together like waves. Her moans were nice but underneath it was Murdoc's faint ones that were the main focus for the blue haired man. He knew the woman's hair couldn't have been honestly blue like his but the chances of it being real weren't impossible. Still, it was odd seeing the man who would always accuse 2D of being homely and zombie like fucking a woman who looked just like him before the accidents.
Pulling back from the doorway Stuart only sighed his heart pounding uncontrollably inside his chest still unsure how to react to the entire scene. He knew he had to leave but his legs wouldn't budge. Pressing up against the wall 2D concentrated on his breathing hoping to steady himself long enough to at least get back into the car and sleep off the rest of the drugs.
The moaning opposite the side of the wall only increased. The scuffing sound of the bassists boots as he re-positioned himself, the soft smacks of wet skin, the load feminine moan, it was becoming too much. Stuart stood once again pushing away from the wall stumbling down back toward the Jeep trying to tune out the smut from his phased ears.
Now that he had found them the sounds stayed the same, like he was still behind Murdoc watching. He didn't know out of disgust or envy. But it didn't matter.
A load final moan echoed throughout the parking garage making the singer roll his eyes. Sometimes he hated how dramatic women got at sex. It was frustrating enough to try and get to climax but he really saw no point in all the cheesy sex crap. He liked it rough and passionate but he hadn't had sex in.. months? It felt like years.
Another moan followed behind though one much deeper now and shaky from his orgasm the words he spoke only like venom to the singers mind giving a pleasurable chill throughout him.
"Stu.."
Now he knew he was dead, or dreaming, or maybe both. Climbing quickly into the Jeep he closed and locked the doors throwing the keys into the drivers seat, clutching his head in confusion trying to block out the lustful thoughts from his mind and growing bulge in his jeans.
'That wasn't real..'