Chapter 6

Oh god… okay just to clarify… Murdoc is NOT going to do underage girls. I honestly believe the real Murdoc wouldn't do that no matter how drunk he was. I think everyone has their limits. (I'm being hypocritical again, oh dear…)

I'd sooner make him do 2D.

Hey that gives me an idea… MUAHA!

I better cut to the chase… I think I'm losing the crowd…

I'm losing the plot…

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After a number of curiously depressing songs like El manana, Demon days, every planet we reach is dead, new genius, etc. Russel finally offered a suggestion that wasn't for once screamed at by the big guy. "M1A1?" Murdoc was about to sneer again but suddenly stopped with a look of fascination sweeping across his face.

"Yes… yes! Alright, M1A1, it is." He hummed in glee and 2D watched him almost gloomily, his pills not as affective as they promised this time. Murdoc looked up and gave a kind smile. "Last song, 2D, give it your all." He turned back and the untamed song began, Noodle's guitar mutating from rhythmic to brutal.

"M1A1. Thousand miles and ho-ur. Gorillaz on the bass drum. Gorillaz say ya want SOME!" he yelled. They all pushed themselves to the limit, louder, faster, and better. Russel's arms ached and Noodle's hands were probably bleeding but they kept at it until it ended. 2D screamed hoarsely over the dramatic noise and Murdoc screamed with him as the final chord was let rung out, little Noodle making that axe screech with the whammy bar. (Omg I just got why they call her 'Axe Princess'… jokes. I figured that out at least a week ago.)

"WOO HOO!" Murdoc shouted and started trashing about as they made their finish. He swung his solid bass around, ripping the strap off and took his bass by the neck stumbling forward from the weight. He bashed 2D's calf along the way and ignored his whiny squeals. Murdoc laughed manically as he threw his bass over his shoulder and crashed it into the TV just across in the other room. The tube gave off a large spark and easily smashed to pieces, Murdoc repeatedly impaled it violently releasing built up anger. He couldn't hear his band mates yelling at him over his own shrill voice and his bass's final wails.

He tossed away his bass and picked up the remainder of the TV and threw it down on the ground where it got its final total. He stamped on it and kicked over a nearby table and the contents flew across the room.

"MURDOC!" Murdoc finally stopped and looked at what he did in the heat of the moment. He glanced back, all silence apart from the empty drive of the guitar and the expressions they gave him… it was like he was a bloody axe-wielding murder (which he just was). "What the fuck are you doing?" Russel outraged.

"Um…" Murdoc rubbed the back of his neck nervously and chuckled. "Well, I never liked that TV… It's the modern age now, isn't it? We have colour and…" They could've said something which would have been better, but they didn't. They just stared, put him on the spotlight. They wanted to see him squirm, crawl like a worm from a bird. Noodle held fear; Russel held a grudge and 2D held… something in between still shaking his sore leg off.

Hmm, tough crowd. Not too big on the rock star liberation shit?

"We like to keep to a budget," he mumbled aloud. Russel made another sick face that suggested he left and Murdoc took it as a refuge. He grabbed his bass off the ground and held it up to them. "It's got a scratch, Russ," he almost whimpered. The drummer would have breathed fire and puffed smoke if he wasn't human and Murdoc immediately left not even bothering to put his black demon bass back on it's stand.

As soon as they left, 2D turned back to the both of them and gathered them around. His voice was stronger and his eyes were fierce and brave.

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2D calmly read his old magazine, lying on his bed. He was listening to an old favourite band, The Human League, and his walkman headphones were turned up unnecessarily loud that was bound to kill off a few more brain cells. But not too much that it would bother him. Because he had too less is why. But under all the bright natural blue hair and bruised 'n battered head, there did lie some clues. Ones that a certain someone let on a little bit too soon and too obvious.

Poor dullard just still had time to get it…

He licked his finger and flipped over the paper, not evening hearing the crumple of the page, not even the murmur of his heart beat. So he definitely wouldn't have heard Murdoc creep down to this bedroom and quietly slip through the door.

2D was facing away from the door, his slim lanky figure laid across on his side like a dish Murdoc was going to munch through. His eyes had gotten darker over the hours and he had been silently waiting and watching… watching for 2D to retire to his bedroom's leisurely activities. Waiting for him to settle down and become well alone and unheard. Just like he wanted. Because somehow he knew exactly what a predictable character like 2D would do next. He didn't know that dumb ole'2D was talking trash behind his back though.

Murdoc locked the door behind him and sneaked up towering him, careful not to divide his light and cast a suspicious shadow. He was amazed he hadn't fallen asleep yet and he was a little more excited. The element of surprise was much sweeter when you were half-asleep.

I wonder if this works… At least if it doesn't, it'll be a laugh, right?

Murdoc gingerly sat next to his singer who shuffled a little from the extra weight he was unaware of. He kept a small smile on his face and bent over to hear 2D humming behind all the booming music in his ears, 'Don't you want me'. On the contrary, Stuart, that's why I'm here.

He put his mouth to his ear and pulled the speaker off. "Good song that, eh?" he whispered. He felt 2D shiver and then he yelped and fell onto his back, dropping his magazineand making his bed waver. Murdoc laughed as 2D caught his breath and took off the headphones.

"Muds! I didn't see yeh there. You should know better than to sneak up on meh!"

God, aren't you just sick to death of this oversized baby, Murdoc? Hasn't he you sent you to hell and back ever since the day you had the displeasure to cross his path? Don't you want to repay him for the pain of it all? Wouldn't it be better to just put him out of his misery?

…But where's your weapon, mate...?

"I wanted to surprise yeh," Murdoc said just a little too weirdly as he got himself up on the bed. 2D gave a blank cherubic stare, his empty black eyes like that of a darling puppy.

"Well… whadda yeh want?"

"I was just wondering what you and your little friends were up to without me." 2D pressed his head tightly against his pillow and gulped. He was more than uncomfortable there and in that position. It was like Murdoc was trapping him… he'd only ever been in that position with his girls, (dare I say, Murdoc becoming one of them?!) and he had been far far from uncomfortable yet far from cosy.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Muds…"

Murdoc scoffed and waved an arm. "Of course you don't, do you? You've probably been lying here for days without so much as someone who'd talk to you outside your own little mind, hm?" Murdoc grinned wider that was almost a sneer and 2D frowned frightfully. He gasped as Murdoc bent down over him to reach the magazine on the ground and his chin brushed his stomach lightly. Murdoc leaned down over her, his elbows just to the side of his ribs and he flipped through the mag. He nodded thoughtfully and then snapped it shut. They gazed at each other concernedly. "And I expected it to be porn." 2D shrugged. Murdoc was about to patronize some more but suddenly he ran out of things to say.

… C'mon, c'mon… he suspects nothing, just go for it, what's the hold up?

He truthfully almost wished that magazine was pornography. He tossed it over his shoulder and leaned over 2D. "I… I can't find anymore negatives… apart from the fact that… that," he couldn't find the words. Seeing him like this… pinned down and still looking so god damned innocent… gorgeous even…

That you… oh no, you don't think that…? Are you? … WELL, ARE YOU?!

Murdoc mentally screamed at himself and he started to flinch and reeled back. This isn't happening to me… Somebody's fucking with me…

JUST GET THE BASTARD!

He groaned and looked back into 2D's face which was now full of confusion rather than fear. Which was good…? There's no need to fear me, son. But that's a lie. "Can't believe I'm going to do this." Murdoc swooped down with his eyes squeamishly shut and locked lips with 2D. Oh god, Murdoc had whole new methods of tormenting punishment for him and he struggled away, his eyes wide aghast in absolute terror.

Not too terrified to just cast me aside though, are you, pretty boy?

And stop your squirming, don't make this any more difficult than it needs to be…

The basic idea of torture is that it should be torturous for the victim and pleasurable for the offender, not torturous for both the victim and the offender. Murdoc's tongue slithered against the reluctant 2D's and he pinned him down with his sharp nails. The kiss continued for a while and soon 2D stopped wriggling and closed his eyes. Murdoc grinned as he broke it off but didn't back off, gasping for breath.

Congratulations, dullard. Now I know that a bucket of pig shit can't hold a candle to your kiss.

Oh, fuck off, you enjoyed it, I can tell… and so did he, it appears. FINISH THE JOB.

Murdoc jumped back, he was bailing out, he couldn't take it. He ran to the door and whacked his back against it, wiping his mouth off vigorously. He awkwardly gazed up at 2D and saw the… lunacy in his eyes. "If you tell anyone I did that…" I'll cut you up into 10 more pieces than I already would have done. 2D said nothing as he sat up on his bed and stared at the perpetrator. This old chum was gonna go down…

"... Do you know why I did that, dullard?" he shook his head grimly. "Because… Actually…"

Oh, what the fuck? Let's hope it works.

"Actually, can I have another taste?"

"EH?" 2D yelled as Murdoc pounced on him again and pressed his mouth forcefully against his and sat on top of him. You really will go to hell, you repulsive git. Don't bonk him, just FINISH THE JOB, GET THE BASTARD, SENTENCE THIS FUCKER… He kissed all over his face and down his neck and it made 2D moan. He didn't mean it, it just happened to slip out but he was still under this disgusting influence. YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER ME, he felt like screaming. Murdoc pulled his shirt down over his shoulder and licked all over his neck. He recoiled a little and licked his lips and he approached as he was about to bite.

"STOP!" 2D screamed and shoved him so powerfully away that Murdoc fell onto the floor. He groaned in pain and 2D jumped off the bed, pulling his shirt back up and cast a look of unbelieveability. (Please tell me that's a real word, its awesome)

Aww, so close, mate…

"I don't know what the fuck you're playing at! What were you doing? What's wrong with you?" he yelled hysterically. Murdoc opened his mouth to explain but 2D cut him off by spitting on his leg. "Get out of my room, you fucking faggot! Don't you dare tell anyone about this, just get out!" Murdoc nodded lightly and looked back up at him sorrowfully. He pushed himself off the ground and walked out of his room, 2D still kind enough to hurry him to the door. As soon as both men were out of each others sights, they ran to their bathrooms and rinsed out their mouths and brushed their teeth till their gums were bleeding.

Well, you sure screwed that, didn't you? Oh well… So what's plan B, then?

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Fuck cakes… that's gotta be the weirdest thing I've ever written.

Wait, I know a story that can beat it… but that was fucked up way beyond rational.

I would re-write this… but I can't be stuffed. As long as you get the general idea.

Heh… C'mon now… -sobs- wave goodbye to the reviews and readers…

But honestly now, was that a stupid idea I had?

I knew I should've taken the bunnies…