Author's note: The first half was written by my friend Skrillexandgorillaz from dA and I wrote the rest! Hope you enjoy Chapter 8: The War Room! -Shada54546/everyboulevard

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Dinner was maybe the most delectible thing that Johnny could have ever tasted. He turned to Cyborg and said with a grin, "My compliments to the chef." Cyborg just looked at the pale man and then turned away. Johnny got up from his chair, which was next to 2D, and went to the study. Murdoc, who was finished with his dinner, was in the study drinking another rum. Johnny didn't think that Murdoc would stop drinking ever since he got here. Murdoc, who was a little tipsy, looked at Johnny. The Massacre man looked back into Murdoc's mismatched eyes. Red and black eyes? Murdoc then finally said, "Massacre, walk with me." Johnny fluttered his eyelashes like a sissy girl and then said faintly, "Okay."

Johnny and Murdoc walked down a flight of stairs, maybe longer, before they reached a door. Murdoc opened the door, revealing a room with computers, a war table, and a few other screens. Johnny looked around, a little amazed and confused. Why would Murdoc bring him here? Murdoc shoved Johnny into the room and then locked the door. Johnny felt his heartbeat go faster as he was pushed to the war table. Blushing, the pale-skinned man then asked with worry plainly in his voice, "Murdoc, what are you doing?" Was Murdoc ready for Round 2 in their shagging? Murdoc stripped his clothes and smiled sexily at the younger musician. The feel of Lust came over Johnny and he felt that his own manhood was starting to erect.

Murdoc grinned and slipped off Johnny's dark blue jeans and looked over at Johnny's erection. Johnny blushed as red as Kurt's Cherry Red undies. The bassist grinned and slipped off Johnny's black briefs and licked the younger musician's pale cock. Johnny groaned, "Oh come on, you wanted a round 2. Suck my cock like a man, you sissy." Murdoc then took up the challenge and began sucking onto Johnny's swollen prick. Johnny groaned and panted, "Yeah, that's right. Suck my hard prick. I know it's big, but let me try and stuff it all into your face." With that, Johnny grabbed Murdoc by his head and rammed his swollen meat into Murdoc's mouth. Murdoc chocked a little but continued sucking on Johnny's cock. Murdoc was just hungry for Johnny's dick, he gobbled on Johnny's cock just hungry for more dick. Johnny felt his balls get heavy as he was getting ready to shoot his load. "I want you to swallow every last drop of my salty cream, you sod." Johnny said under his breath.

Murdoc only sucked harder as he felt Johnny shoot his load of man milk. The bassist didn't let a single drop go and he swallowed it all. Johnny grinned and got on all fours on the war table. Eager to feel Murdoc's cock, Johnny got on all fours in front of the bassist. He looked over his shoulder and said, "Now, how about a ride, Mr. Niccals?" Murdoc grinned and lubed up his length and got behind Johnny. He slid his cock between Johnny's ass crack and grinned as Johnny moaned a little. "You want some of my swollen cock, you bad boy?" Johnny just panted in reply. Murdoc then slipped his hard dick into Johnny's tight ass and began thrusting his hips, shoving his swollen meat into Johnny.

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Meanwhile, something washed up on the shore. It was a tan skinned man, about in his early 30s. He had a dark green shirt on, dark blue jeans, black shoes, and dark brown hair. Cyborg fished the man out and dragged him into the lift. The man slowly woke up, his head still a little dizzy.

"W-where am I?" the man said, his head hurting like crazy. He looked around and saw the Cyborg, Kurt, and 2D. His wiped the sand off his face and sat up. His long legs unfolded as he stood up to his height. He was 6ft 2' and he was looking around at everyone else.

2D looked at him and asked, "Who are you?" The man replied, "I'm Drake. Drake Massacre."

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To be continued! Reviews are welcome