Author's Note: This will be a full story! I plan to make it lengthy and I do plan to update weekly since I know the frustration of waiting for an update. (: I don't own Gorillaz, of course. Damon, Jamie and the other voice actors have full ownership. "Budge Up" is slang for 'move, make some space.' Used in London.

TW: This story will contain triggers that I don't want to further explain because it will spoil, but prepare yourself for the worst.

Rated M for – Later on intimacy, language, and the triggers.

Budge Up

"2D…"

2D stared blankly at the arm of the couch. Suddenly, the soft cushions of Murdoc's love-seat were getting very hard and uncomfortable as 2D tensed rather harshly. Did he feel tears? Certainly it was because he was keeping his eyes open for too long, and not because of his actual feelings. 2D never was one to cry easily, not that he was ashamed or embarrassed when he did actually cry.

"M-Murdoc…" it came out hoarsely, which neither of them expected. How could his voice have become so thin so quick? His face became a deep scarlet color.

Murdoc's POV

Damn it, Dullard!

The one time I let you drink with me, of course it's a bad trip!

No, this is my fault. My slip-up.

My nose stung, as it always started to do before I began to cry, which was rare and I would not let Face-ache see. "Out." I said with the fury of all the Niccals's men who ever were – at least I thought. It came out croaked and forced, as if my throat was trained to say it. Then I saw it. 2D was crying. His nose was red. Really, the only part of his face that remained its usual porcelain tone was his fore-head which, forgive me for lack of feelings at this rather stiff moment, made me laugh. Again, sounding forced.

Then I started howling, crazy-like. I laughed my arse off, slapped-knee and all.

Damn it, Dullard!

My laughing turned to heavy bawling as I buried my head in my hands, nails scraping against my greasy hair, ashamed of what I've confessed. Why wasn't 2D saying anything? Why were his eyes still open staring blankly like I haven't just confessed to him one of the biggest things I've been trying to hide my whole childhood?! That's when I went to hit him, hard. I swung my fist as if he was the attacker of my confession. How dare he have such an emotionless reaction, despite his silent tears. I wrestled him to the crowded ground of my Winnie. I stopped after he pulled on the inverted cross hanging from my neck. He must have a death wish. Touch my cross?! My pride. Then.. he kissed me. On the mouth, quick yet firm. After he leaned out, I found myself attempting to pull back in, yet he was too far away, making me look like a duck trying to dip it's head in water, yet catching no fish.

Damn my reaction.

Our eyes, wide from shock. Huh, the first time I've seen his eyes move since my confession slipped. I closed my eyes as I felt my now-tight cheeks crack from the dried tears. I heard 2D run. His head must've collided with the scenters I had hanging from the ceiling because I could hear them flailing about. Glass I had on the counters shaking as he ran. No doubt he wasn't paying enough attention to duck when he got to the door. Bang. The little times he did come to my Winnie, he would always duck because of his lanky figure, avoiding hitting his head on the door frame. "Fuck!" I heard. That's all I heard. I didn't want him to leave, mentally. But physically, I wanted him out of my sight. I knew this was going to be a restless night for the both of us.

3rd Person POV

2D tiredly ran out of the Winnebago and into the car park with the speed of.. well.. a tortoise. Why was he running so slow? It was as if he was the one who'd confessed something. As if he was in a horrible nightmare where the killer was running full speed, yet you were running in slow-motion. He barely made it to his room. His pills. He wanted to take them. He wanted to take them so badly. But no. This was his punishment for making Murdoc confess. He wanted to feel the same pain Murdoc was feeling. He didn't know why he kissed him. God, why did he kiss Murdoc?! 2D slid back against his door a little too quickly, causing his shirt to lift up so the back was on the cool door. The speed of him sliding his back down turned his cool protection into a hot hell.

"Fuck!" 2D said as he banged his fist and the door. Assaulting it because of the burn it gave him.

Knock.

One hard knock that made 2D's spine and brain vibrate. He knew the knock was Russel's.

"'D? You good, man?"

2D was never one to ignore one of his bandmates because of his feelings. He quickly straightened himself up and opened the door. "'I, Russ. Ya, 'M okay." he offered his best gap-toothed smile. Russel could tell by the way 2D's eyebrows were lifted that he was faking his smile, which is something the angelic vocalist rarely did, even after a quick beat-up session provided by Murdoc. 2D always looked happy unless he was high off of his pills. An addiction that none of the other bandmates never really minded. Every band his their druggy, right? But even when he was off on the pills, his restful face, open mouth, and clouded eyes were enough to make anyone smile. He was always so peaceful, especially after his 'Free Tibet' contribution.

"'D, you need'a drink?"

2D swallowed hard. He didn't want any more drinks after what happened tonight. In all honestly he didn't want to talk to Russel, or Noodle – who he always had time for, seeing as how she didn't have anyone else to go to, the band always tried to pay close attention to her feelings – and especially not Murdoc. The kiss they shared wasn't romantic. It wasn't planned by 2D and he didn't know why it happened. 2D never really had a problem trying to figure out his sexuality. He didn't feel a need for it. He liked who he thought was attractive. Boy, girl, or anyone else! He was positive that Murdoc found him attractive, because he admitted it all the time, with no shame, although he never went further than kissing a male- Murdoc. Of course, he wouldn't tell Murdoc that he was attracted to him any time soon. After their 'iTunes Session' interview, 2D felt as confident as ever when Murdoc spoke about how much of a god 2D looked like. Murdoc always considered himself God, so when he made 2D out to be one, he felt beautiful. He fought really hard not to blush during that interview. He hid his feelings by throwing smart remarks at the ever-interrupting Murdoc. He even forgave Murdoc for chloroforming him.

2D jumped as he felt an arm on his shoulder.

"'D..ya' eyes are white..somethin' serious's up.."

"Heh-heh..ah' they?" 2D said shakily. Suddenly, he latched onto Russel like his life depended on it.

"Ouch, 'D! I told you to clip those nails, they're long as f-"

"Russel! I did somefink' real bad! B-buh I can't tell you! And I need my pills, but I won't let ma'self take 'em!" 2D started off strong and frantic with his sentence, but it quickly turned into a whisper.

"Calm down, 'D! Was it something..inappropriate?"

2D felt Russel's tenseness as if he meant something sexual- which he didn't do. A kiss..that kiss..it wasn't sexual. But despite himself, 2D nodded erratically.

"It didn't have anything to do with..Noodle did it.." Russel said getting a bit too curious and angry. 2D shook his head to quickly banish the thoughts from Russel's head. What the fuck?

"Russ..no..why would you 'fink 'tat..I would never do anything to Noodle..it's Murdoc.." 2D trailed off.

"Did'e beat you up?" chuckled Russel, despite himself. He was now pretty embarrassed to think of something so vile of the singer to do with their precious guitarist. But 2D's eyes were rarely white, so he must've messed up big-time.

2D thought back to when Murdoc spilled himself and afterwards pounced on the singer. But that was out of hurt, so 2D didn't think about it.

"N-no.." 2D said after blushed profusely.

"…Did he see you mastur-"

"I kissed 'im! Don't tell anyone else anyfink'!" 2D said, disgusted with all of Russel's thoughts, tonight.

With that, 2D shoved Russel out of his room and back into the hallway. He locked his door, and looked under it. He still saw Russel's feet there, which made him jump. But it only made sense, seeing as how he pushed the drummer out so quickly. 2D was getting mad now.

"Walk away!" he yelled. "Please..go away." a little more calmer.

Soon enough, Russel walked away. 2D waited until he heard the sloshing of Russel's noisy denim jeans fade away. He realized he was still on the floor, face down-bottom up. He blushed and thought about Murdoc. He felt a tightening in his now, too-tight jeans.

2D's POV

I'm disgusting..I have an erection thinking about Murdoc after he just drunkenly confessed to me that he was raped by his Dad's friends. And I kissed him after he told me! I'm disgusting! He'll never talk to me ever again. But..he leaned back into the kiss..maybe..he liked it? Pills.. I need them..but I can't.. for Murdoc..

Flashback

Murdoc was laughing heartily as he smacked 2D's back. "Bugger, Mate! She was rrrrandy with me. Surprised she looked like that with such a talent of the mouth!" Murdoc went on about Paula Cracker, 2D's ex-girlfriend.

"M-maybe she was *hic* cursed, M-Muhdoc!" 2D said giddily.

"She sure was cursed, 'Dents! *burp* S-she was so hideous, how could yew even stand to look at that troll?!"

"W-well loik you said, Muds, she was good wif' he' mouf'!" 2D really did love Paula at the time, but the Jack Daniels rum in his system was making him agree to anything Murdoc brought up without much thought.

"At first I 'fought you was tryna rape her! She t-tried to convince me but I know you ain't loik that, Muds."

".." Murdoc stared blankly at 2D

"Muhdoc? Wos' wrong?"

"She told yew..I tried to rrrape her?" Murdoc could feel his mind going numb and the high of his drunkenness fading away.

"Muhdoc..I knew she was just tryna' make excuses.. I knew she was lying M-Muhdoc, I swear it! I didn't believe her! I.. didn't mean to make you ma-"

"My father's friends would come over while he was gone off in the gutters trying to find any ole' bum who would even spare him a damn penny for a drink.." Murdoc interrupted 2D. "You know what his friends looked like? You know what friends of my father, Jacob S. Niccals would look like? Can you imagine what they would look like?!" Murdoc sneered, nostrils flared and eyes narrowed.

2D didn't know why he brought up his father but he was scared for what contents Murdoc's story held.

"Murdoc..I'm s-sorry..I didn't m-mean to bring it up.." 2D stuttered, words becoming better-sharper, since the alcohol was warring off, but his stuttering becoming worse.

"Answer me!" Murdoc screeched.

"No! I can' imagine wha' his friends would look loik!" 2D started to shake heavily and he knew Murdoc could feel it because he placed both hands on 2D's shoulders and pushed down hard, making 2D squeal.

"My fathers friends..those bastards. They rrraped me. When I was 14. When I was 15. When I was 16. Do yew know how 'appy they were..when I turned 16, Mate?" Murdoc was pressing hard on 2D's shoulders, enough to make a mark at this point. Red pupil, pulsing. "Do yew know what turning 16 means 'ere?! It means yew can legally 'ave fucking faggot sex!" Murdoc said, spitting purposely as he said the last few words. "Do yew how degrading that is to be a growing teenager and be rrraped by your bastard father's friends once a week for years?! No father and no Hannibal to protect yew!" Murdoc's hands were off of 2D's shoulders but they were not scraping into the love-seat he and 2D shared as they were earlier, happy. Murdoc breathed. His eyes went wide as he realized what he just told his best mate. He turned his head sharply, makig him hiss with pain.

"2D..."

"M-Murdoc…."

End flashback

2D cringed as he thought about what happened. Yet, even after all the events unlawful that took place in his head, his pants still remained tight. 2D sighed. He was tired and he knew he couldn't sleep without his pills. He also knew that wanking made him tired, as well. He smacked his forehead hard and cursed himself. He slid his pants off. His heart was beating hard, as it always did before he did this. The relief he felt after taking his pants off was enough to make him forget that what he was doing was wrong. He brought his left hand to himself. His breathing picked up as he thought about Murdoc's body, the way he looked when he was angry. He blushed as his pre-cum lubricated himself, making him throb and making his job easier and slicker. "mmmfffffuck.." he breathed as he quickly, then slowly grated his hand. He knew he had to keep quiet just in case Russel was waiting at the door again. 2D shuddered at the thought. He grabbed his pillow to muffle his moans and grunts. It turned him on to hear himself moan, but at the same time he was embarrassed by it. "M-mmurdoc…." moaning as he came closer to his breaking point. 2D bit hard into his pillow as he came onto his stomach. "Fuck!" he gasped, breathing hitched. But 2D wanted as much as he could take. He came one more time with Murdoc's name on his lips despite how sensitive he was. After he came, he started to pee, which he couldn't hold because of the sensitivity. He couldn't even clean himself up before he drifted to sleep. A better sleep than he thought he'd have.