2D sat on his bed. Reminiscing about the incident probably wasn't the best idea since Murdoc had just screamed at him, but he couldn't help it. It was an unforgettable experience. 2D had no idea he could feel this good, and Murdoc had showed him exactly how.
Lost in his thoughts, he almost didn't hear the crashing and banging sounds coming from Murdoc's room.
He knocked on his door and tentatively came in. The room itself was disgusting, and the drunk man was throwing things around aimlessly; a microphone stand, a woman's bra, a book. ("How To Speak Fluent Japanese In 30 Days Or Less!")
"What are you doing?" 2D went over to him.
Murdoc now had a lamp in his tightly clenched hands.
He took it from him and put it down on the floor. "It's all right. Relax."
Murdoc responded by punching and then shoving him, hard, sending the skinny boy flying into the wall.
2D coughed, dizzy from hitting his head. Of course, it wasn't the first time his cranium had taken a beating, but it still hurt. He felt something sticky trickle down the side of his face. After reaching up and touching it with a finger, he saw that it was blood.
Murdoc's eyes were glassy. He seemed to realize what he'd done and sat on his bed with his head in his hands.
"Sorry," he whispered. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
2D stayed on the floor, unmoving. He then noticed that Murdoc, the king of Gorillaz, the evil mastermind and biggest douchebag in the history of ever, was crying.
He got up and sat next to him, putting a hand on his back. He was never good with words, but his reassuring touch seemed to be enough.
"I'm a fucking mess," Murdoc said.
"Nah. We all got our bad days."
"Look at me, 2D." The first time in a long time he called him that instead of some degrading nickname. "This isn't just a bad day... it's a bad week. It's a bad year. Hell, it's just a bad life. I don't know how I can live like this. It's a fucking mystery."
The singer stared at the man. His hands were digging into his scalp, mouth trembling slightly. He looked sad. Broken. 2D always thought of Murdoc as tough, unfeeling, somebody who doesn't take shit from no one. Now it looked like he would fall apart at the smallest sound or touch.
"I s'pose this is all 'cause of my dad... the way I turned out... y'know, well, I learned from the best," he said, sarcasm covering his steely tone.
"What did your dad do that was so bad?"
Murdoc gave a hollow laugh. "Imagine me. But worse. Which is pretty damn bad, huh?"
"You're not so bad," he said softly.
"Are you kidding me? I have so much shit going on in my life right now, I can't even keep track of it all. Everything I do now is because of that bastard. Sleeping around, drinking myself stupid, running cars into buildings, beating you..." His voice faltered at that last part. "I can't believe myself." He was crying again.
2D put his head into his lap and let him drip big fat tears onto his jeans. He stroked his hair. This would've been weird, especially if Murdoc had been even half-sober, but it didn't feel weird. It felt nice.
Murdoc hiccuped and looked up him with glazed, unfocused eyes. "2D, you're a saint."
2D felt his cheeks burn. "Oh... it's nothing..."
He leaned up to kiss him sloppily.
2D froze, heart stopping. This is not supposed to happen. Why is this happening?
"You're so hot," Murdoc chuckled, tracing the younger man's jawline.
He bit the inside of his cheek, hard enough to almost draw blood. "We're not... this isn't... that night was a mistake, you even said it yourself! Why are you...?"
He didn't get an answer. The bassist ignored his words and started attacking his neck with wet kisses, tugging on his shirt hem to pull it off.
"Y-you're drunk, Muds. You're real drunk. Please, don't do this." 2D nervously pulled down his shirt to keep his friend from stripping him.
As if he hadn't heard a word he said, he forcefully slammed him down on the bed and ripped off his pants, making him yelp.
He's drunk, he's drunk, he's drunk, 2D thought, squeezing his eyes shut to avoid Murdoc's naughty expression. None of this would be happening if I hadn't let him do this in the first place...
He felt warm, smooth skin on his own and realized with a soft "Oh, God", that Murdoc was now completely naked.
This is not going to happen, he screamed to himself. I won't let it. I won't. I can't do this. Not again.
He cleared his throat. "Um, Murdoc? Could you, um, maybe get off of me?"
"Come on, pretty boy. Don't you wanna have a little fun?" He bit his earlobe playfully, but 2D knew what he was after. Just foreplay wouldn't do it for him.
"GET OFF," he attempted again, speaking louder.
"You don't mean that," Murdoc said in a low voice. "You didn't try to stop me last time. You like what I did to you, huh? By the kind of sounds that were coming out of your mouth, you looooved it." The drawn out "o" sound was exaggerated, just more proof of how intoxicated he was.
Murdoc reached into the singer's pants and with a sharp gasp, 2D finally gave in.
"Want me to talk dirty to you, 2D? Want me to drag my fingers through your hair and make you scream my name?"
Oh, Jesus...
2D melted like a popsicle on a hot summer's day, right into the clutches of Murdoc's pointy hands.
The next few hours were filled with hot panting and lots of skin, the soundtrack to their fun a chorus of breathy moans and shouts of "yes", "more", and "oh sWEET SATAN". It was the best music they had ever made together.
After one last cry of pleasure, the fun was over. Murdoc immediately passed out on his bed, leaving a recovering 2D sprawled on the floor, still shaky from the feeling of his release. He sat there for a couple minutes. He felt amazing, electric, buzzed, like he always felt after doing a show. But it was triple that. Then he felt sick to his stomach. He had just had sex with Murdoc. And it wasn't just sex, it was mind-blowing sex. He looked at the sleeping man and mentally smacked himself in the face.
What have I done?
2D felt like he was going to puke all over Murdoc's collection of vinyls.
This is wrong, this wasn't supposed to happen at all... he told me not to tell anyone, the first time we... He said it was a mistake. Then why did he do this? If the first time was such a mistake, why did he do it again? What am I supposed to do? Hopefully he's too drunk to remember anything when he wakes up...
This never happened.
He kept staring at Murdoc. What the HELL is it with you? How can you make me feel so bad and feel so good?
The nausea still not going away, 2D grabbed his clothes and went out the door.
Murdoc wouldn't remember any of this in the morning.
Even if 2D did.