Well the third chapter is up finally, you thought it was gonna stop didn't you well I decided to writ this chapter as POV forms, I hope this dosent effect you guys seeing as you all like it, which I am glad.
Well enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gorillaz and have nothing to do with the creation of it.
Warning: GAY SEX...kinda! and other interruptions...
2-d's POV.
He said it, he really said it... my heart pounding faster then ever before, my body limp as the man continuously sucked at my cock, touching my back.
"You ok?" he asked as I gasped hard. 'No... yes... Just fuck me!' my mind screamed as my mouth opened for answer, but nothing came out, just the feeling of my dry mouth taking in more air.
"Stop"
"What"
"Stop, I hear someone coming" I lurched up only to be forced on my back once more, he was livid. His face told a story of lust and madness, Livid as the day he was born in to this forsaken world.
"Thats only you cumming.." he said with a smirk only the devil himself could give off. My arm was yanked from my side, fingers extended outward.
"Murdoc the hurt..." I cryed aloud, his other hand forcing a punch in to my chest to shut me up.
"Shut the fuck up..." His harsh voice said in to my ear, making me shiver. My hand still in his grip, it seemed like endless pain from his part, twisting it as if it was a faucet needing to be turned off. Then the door open, Murdoc froze.
Murdocs POV.
'Shit... this was it, no more fame, and all because of this filthy faggot' I looked down at him, his pants down, exposing his hard dick, his mouth open catching his breath. Discustiong... how could I say such a thing to this piece of shit... so I hit him be for the fucking fag who inturupted us walked in.
"2-d, I finally got it"
It was noodle... her guitar in hand, her mouth agaip, frozen in place. 2-d faced her, blood leaking from his mouth and said
"Good job noodle..." with that stupid grin on his face like nothing was wrong... Noodle's glance imediantlly went to me, and then she turned and ran out of the room.
"FUCK!" I pulled at my hair, ripping it from the roots. 'I hate this!I hate him! He can die!' my mind scream like bloody murder. At this point it didn't matter... we got caught, and I couldn't do anything about it.
I got up, fixed my shirt and punched the little queer's face in.
"If you ever touch me again ill kill you... you hear?" he was crying... wanting me to stop... wishing it never happened... his face wet with tears.
"You hear!" my grip got tighter on his collar, pulling him upward.
"YES, I'll never touch you again!" he screamed as I lifted my other arm for another strick.
"Fucking Faggot"
I left the room, and I left him there to rot in his own sorrows...