Ok, I re-read my first chapter, and was like, "Motherfuckeraahdkksajfdgdfj!"
It's just like the story Bite Me, Tasty. -_-'' I had the idea of using the "23-hours-until-you-die-of-the-bite" thing for a story before I read that, but I'm not sure, now. Now I'm scared of getting accused of plagery or summink.
Well, shit. Anyway, here's the second chapter.
I don't own Gorillaz, blah blah blah.
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"Holy shit, man! What happened?" Russel squeezed his body out of the lift, his apron covered in flour and a wooden spoon in his hand. 2D glared at him, in mid-mop. Guts and gore were splattered all over his jeans and sneakers. Not to mention the mop and bucket he was lugging around. A little way aways, several trash bags leaked goo and blood, giving a great big hint as to what was inside it. "Murdoc went for a little-fuckin'-walk, and brought back these bastards. We killed 'em, but 'e told me to clean it up." Russel rubbed his bald head, then chuckled a bit. "Jackass. Need help?" The singer nodded, and they cleaned up the "trash", sticking in the rubbish bin, then rolling it down the hill to the landfill.
A little while later, Noodle came down. "Dinner is rea--Oh my!" 2D held up a bloody hand to stop her. "Murdoc." he confirmed. The guitarist nodded. "Dinner is ready. Er, get cleaned up first." The drummer smiled. "All right, girly. We'll be there in a few."
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Murdoc sat in the third stall, his chin resting on his knees. He'd seen enough movies; he knew what was going to happen. He just didn't know if he should tell the others. It was selfish and evil to think that way, but that's the way he was most of the time. Sighing, the bassist stood up, leaving the bathroom. No, if he was gonna die, so would those ungrateful bastards. He could practically hear them plotting his down-fall.
Murdoc almost jumped out of his skin when he heard Russel's voice on the intercom. "Muds, dinner's ready, wherever the hell you are. Come get something, man." He pried himself off the wall, rubbing his side where the door knob hit him as he headed towards the kitchen. Why was it so hot? "Christ..." he grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling it out and rubbing his brow. Once he finally made it to the kitchen, he practically collapsed into a chair.
2D stared at him from across the table, his fork mid-way to his mouth. His eyebrow was raised quizzically. "Muds...are you high?" The bassist lowered his eyes to his hands, which were twitching and tapping on the table. "What's it to ya?" Noodle placed a bowl of chow mein in front of him, making him jump. "O-ok, then." the singer muttered, chewing. Russel and Noodle talked while they ate, laughing occasionally. 2D didn't say much; he just ate and stared at the table, and Murdoc stared at him, occasionally taking a bite, not really noticing what he was eating.
After they finished their food and cleaned up, Murdoc still sat at the table, scratching at his hand and sweating. "Are ya all right, Muds?" he jumped, turning. 2D stood in the door-way, his right hand on the frame. The bassist shrugged, standing up. The chair shrieked, as if advising against his sudden idea. He made towards the singer, looking more than a little frightening. 2D flinched slightly, stepping back a little. "M-Muds?" Murdoc grinned wickedly. If he had limited time to live, he was getting this done first.
He grabbed the singer's wrist, pulling him into a bruising kiss. He felt him gasp, tense up, then relax. You Faggot, he thought, smiling into it. Going deeper into the kiss, he wrapped his arms around the singer's waist. 2D pulled away, whimpering like a scared child. "No? Too bad. Kekeke. . ." Murdoc's voice was rough with lust, and with one swift motion, he swept him up bridal-style, carrying him off to his room. By now, he didn't care if Noodle or Russel came along; he just wanted to fuck this little bastard before he became the King of the Underworld.
Marching down to the carpark with a squirming pussy in his arms was harder than he thought. "Shaddup!" he hissed. 2D went limp, looking anywhere but at the bassist. His face was bright red, making the satanist grin. They made it to the singer's room, and he kicked the door. It opened with a slam. "It wasn't locked!" he shouted. Murdoc shrugged, tossing him onto his bright-orange sheets. He plopped oh so gracefully, spread-eagle with a squeal. The bassist grinned, following him, and making the singer bounce twice.
2D scuttled backwards, falling on the floor with an "Aurgh!". Murdoc laughed, following him and crashing their lips together. He held the singer's arms down; this little bugger was going take it like a man. . .er, woman? Whatever. His hand found its way under his capris, making the younger man gasp. He rubbed at 2D's growing member, laughing into the kiss. Who needs the bed? He would ravish him. Right here, right now. He pulled away from the kiss, ripping the singer out of his pants all together. Instead of trying to run away, he just lay there in his boxers, whimpering; bits of the keyboard he'd fallen on were digging into his back, making tears spring into his eyes. The basist pulled him up, throwing him down on the bed again. Raising his hand, he shoved it to the singer's mouth. "Lick." he commaned. 2D did as he was told, sliding his tongue over the older man's fingers. Murdoc's hard on got, if possible, harder at the pitiful sight of the singer.
With finger's nicely slobbered on, he shoved one finger, two fingers, three fingers into the whimpering man. "Brace yourself." The bassist warned. 2D tightened, and Murdoc slid in. The singer gasped, then cried out as he thrust himself deeper. Grabbing a hold of the other man's member, he pumped and thrusted, making the younger man cry out and bite the orange sheets. After what seemed like an eternity, the came together. Murdoc groaned, sliding out of 2D. They lay there for a moment, gasping, until the singer lay his head on the bassist's sweaty chest. "What. The Fuck?" he asked, looking up into his mismatched eyes. "I'unno. Heat of the moment?"
"WHAT MOMENT?! We were eating!"
Murdoc shrugged. "I don't care." He stood up, zipping his pants and picking up the shirt he had discarded. Glancing at the bandage, he cursed. It was covered in dried blood. "What's that?" 2D asked quietly, still laying on the bed. "Nothing. Just shut up."
". . ."
"Don't look at me like that!"
The bassist slammed the door, making the singer jump and his lamp rattle. Stil staring at the door where Murdoc just stood, he shook his head. "What the fuck just happened?!"
A/N: Short chapter, I know, but it was my first lemon-y scene! I was blushing the whole time, cause I know FallOutBleach will read this.
Ya hear me, Hanna? Yeah, I see you.