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A Hard Pill to Swallow	By : Banimal Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Gorillaz Views: 4270 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Gorillaz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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If you frequent the Gorillaz Slash livejournal group then you may have already read this. It's my first adultfiction so I hope it's satisfactory.

I guess I need a disclaimer don't I?

I hearby declare that I do not own Gorillaz no matter how sexual a situation I put the characters in.

Enjoy!

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A Hard Pill to Swallow

A lazy afternoon was descending on Kong studios. Each band member had settled themselves within their own area of comfort. Noodle was amusing herself with her guitar down in the instrument room, experimenting with tunes, rhythms and harmonies over the mixing board. Russel had interrupted his taxidermy project on a prized palomino stallion carcass to retrieve the mail and 2D was busy organizing his Zombie movie collection.

Murdoc however was waiting anxiously in the kitchen for a certain package to arrive. He rested his mud encrusted boots on the table, his arms crossed and a smoldering cigarette hanging from his lips. His mind was so removed from the situation that he didn’t notice the ash that was accumulating on his cigarette until he had to hastily extinguish the embers that had landed on his jacket.
His eyebrows rose when Russel entered the room carrying a bundle of mail, and more importantly to Murdoc, a small brown parcel.

“Anything for me then?” Asked Murdoc, trying to sound casual.

Russel gave the bassist a quizzical stare. Murdoc had never expressed any interest in the mail before. He leafed through the letters and found several that looked as though the address had been written with blood.

“Yeah man, It look’s like you got some more death threats.” He threw them on the table but Murdoc looked unsatisfied. He followed his gaze and found that Murdoc had been eyeing the parcel that was tucked under Russel’s arm.

Russel took it into his hands and discovered that the package was indeed addressed to the hygienically challenged man. He turned it to find out who the sender was, but before he could blink Murdoc had snatched it from his fingers.

“I’ll just be taking that then”. Murdoc held the parcel to his chest and gave the drummer a challenging stare.

Russel waited a few moments; his curiosity to know what was concealed in that parcel had now been unleashed. But when became apparent that Murdoc wasn’t going to budge until he was gone he sighed and turned to leave the room.

“A’ight Mud’s, if you need me I’ll be in my room.”

Murdoc replied with a non-committal grunt. He was too preoccupied with the fear of discovery.

The bassist sat down holding the parcel tightly in his hands under the table. He waited a few minutes to make sure that Russel wasn’t going to re-enter the room before he hastily tore the paper off to reveal his prize.

It was a small black jar. It rattled when he gave it a little shake. A grin spread across his face but he immediately flinched when he head a noise outside the kitchen. He clutched the jar in his hand and strained his ear but no one entered the kitchen. Exhaling slowly and with a heart beating considerably faster he raised the jar to read the label. In bold letters at the top of the label it read ‘Sildenafil Citrate’.

Of course Murdoc didn’t actually need it. He was supremely confident of his abilities and felt that he was an unequalled champion in that particular area of expertise. He was, however, also conscious of his age, and whether he liked it or not he wasn’t going to get any younger, so it didn’t hurt to have a back up plan. Besides, he did have a reputation to maintain.

But he also knew, as he glanced nervously over his shoulder, that if anyone discovered this particular product in his possession he would never live it down. So he discreetly tucked the packing paper into his pocket and rose to leave. He sat bolt down again when a semi dazed 2D ambled into the room. His night black eyes were half lidded and his feet barely left the floor as he shuffled towards the kitchen cabinet. Murdoc’s eyes followed 2D’s path with agitation. It seemed as though 2D hadn’t even recognized Murdoc’s presence as he was too absorbed in his own world.

He began to hum to himself as he reached the kitchen cabinet, slender pianist fingers ghosted across the cupboard handle. 2D paused when he heard a strange crushing noise behind him. He turned to discover that it was Murdoc grinding his teeth.

“Oh hey Muds! Didn’t see y’there.”

Murdoc replied with a swift grunt.

2D noticed the pile of mail on the table written in blood. All addressed to Murdoc.

“Looks like y’got summore letters from y’mum.”

“Oh thank you so much for enlightening me!” Responded Murdoc tersely. 2D didn’t quite catch the sarcasm in the older mans voice because he began to talk again in a bubbly tone.

“Hey, I woz goin t’have a zombie movie marathon t’night. Would y’like t’come? It’ll be really fun. Russ is gonna make a wicked load of popcorn.”

“Thanks for the offer dullard but I already had plans to stick hot forks into my eyes tonight.”

The singers face fell a little, but he turned and shrugged it off since Murdoc usually declined all offers the 2D would present to him. He retuned his attention to the kitchen cabinet and began to look for his painkillers. His brow furrowed as he searched through the various medicines, he couldn’t seem to locate them. He turned back to Murdoc scratching his head.

“Murdoc, y’haven’t seen me meds anywhere have you?”

“No I haven’t dimwit. Now bugger off!”

“Oh awright then…” 2D trailed off turning to leave the room. “I guess I’ll go look in m’room for em then.”

Murdoc watched 2D start to leave thankful that he would soon be left along with his own medication.

Medication. Meds. Pills…

A thoroughly evil idea began to formulate in the bassists wicked mind. A toothed grin spread across his face until it reached both ears. He looked back down at the pill bottle he held clenched in his hand. He certainly wouldn’t have much use for them anytime soon, so he might as well have some fun.

“Hey, Dullard!”

2D popped his head out from behind the doorway.

“Yeah Muds?”

“I, er, think I found your pills…”

“Really!” He immediately brightened.

“Oh yeah, looks like they were here on the table the whole time.” Murdoc placed the pill bottle he had held onto the table. He hoped desperately that the singer wouldn’t read the label. He kept his expression stony and indecipherable. An ability he had long since mastered to disguise his emotions. His gut twisted when 2D walked over and picked up the bottle rolling it in his hand.

“Y’sure these are m’pills?”

“Yes brainache, I am.”

“Oh awright then.” 2D seemed convinced and opened the jar tipping out two pills.

Murdoc held his breath, he hoped against hope that 2D wouldn’t realize that these pills were large, diamond shaped and blue whereas his usual painkillers were small, white and round.

His fears were needless however because the singer downed them without notice. He truly was an idiot.

“Fanks Muds.” He said after a moment and handed the jar back to Murdoc. The bassist received it while trying to stop himself from guffawing.

2D began to amble out of the room; Murdoc’s eyes followed him before he called out after the singer.

“D! I think I will come to the movie marathon after all.”

“Really!” Replied 2D surprised. “Y’didn’t want to before.”

“Well” Murdoc said scratching his chin as the grin returned to his face. “I think this’ll be a show I don’t want to miss.”

*

Russel, 2D, Murdoc and Noodle all sat on the couches in the television room as they stared up at the screen. They were watching the original dawn of the dead, but Murdoc couldn’t care less about what they were watching. He anxiously glanced at his watch; the instructions said the pills took half an hour to take affect. It shouldn’t be too much longer now.

He sat beside 2D, he observed the singer out of the corner of his eye. The blue haired dimwit was enthralled by the mayhem on the screen and absentmindedly wiggled his legs whenever there was a particularly violent scene. Murdoc began to wonder if he had bought himself some dud merchandise.

He was reassured, however, that is was the real deal when he saw 2D freeze on the spot. Even though the room was dark he could still make out the blood draining from the singers face. It was instantly replaced by a bright red flush. He watched in amusement as 2D grabbed a nearby cushion and placed it on his lap. The singer was nervously glancing at Russel and Noodle to make sure they weren’t looking at him.

Murdoc couldn’t help himself. He leaned over to 2D and whispered so that only he could hear.

“I didn’t know Zombie movies made you quite this excited.”

2D just stared at him horrified; mortification was clearly evident in his face. Murdoc could almost feel the heat from the singers face. This only made the leer grow wider on the bassist’s visage. He chuckled as 2D’s eyes darted from Russel to Noodle. They were still entranced by the film and hadn’t noticed what was happening between the two men on the couch.

2D stood up while being careful to discreetly keep the cushion in place. He looked like walking was an uncomfortable task. He was making enough movement to make Russel look up in curiosity.

“Hey D, where’re goin’ man? The movies’ hardly started.”

“Oh, I er, well y’see…” Said 2D flustered. “M’not feeling very well so I fink I might just go t’bed.” He rushed out the door, letting the cushion drop where he had been standing while he made his exit.

Russel raised an eyebrow at Murdoc. “That’s weird, I’ve never seen D walk out of a zombie movie before?” When the remaining men looked at Noodle all she could do was shrug her shoulders.

“Yeah, well, maybe the dullard is finally getting some sense.”

Russel shook his head and turned his attention back towards the television screen. But Murdoc’s fun wasn’t over yet. Not by a long shot. In fact, it had merely begun. He exaggerated a yawn and stretched his arms out.

“Phew, well this must have been the most excitement I’ve had in years, but I’m buggered so I’ll just be off then.” He leapt off the couch and followed after the footsteps of the singer before Russel could say a word.

The leer grew wider on his face as he approached the car park.

He had a bone to pick with 2D.

*

2D shut the door of his room with a loud ‘bang’ before he leaned his back against it panting. What was wrong with him? He looked down at his tenting pants in frustration. How old was he, fifteen? He had no idea what had triggered this sudden arousal, and what was even worse was that Murdoc noticed! He covered his face with his hands and groaned.

He waddled over to the bed before plonking himself down onto the spongy mattress and rubbed his chin deciding how to remedy the problem. He considered a cold shower, but then again his Granddad always used to say “When you’ve got it don’t waste it”.

2D didn’t have anymore time to deliberate because his door was suddenly kicked open by the last person he wanted to see tonight. He rolled off his bed like a bolt of lightning and held up a hand to indicate that the intruder wasn’t welcome.

“Hey Murdoc! Get out of here will ya!” His face blossomed with embarrassment.

Murdoc snapped the door shut ignoring the singers protests and didn’t appear to be in a hurry, he looked around 2D’s room unimpressed before sauntering over to the pink bed and sitting down near the floored man. The bed springs groaned with his weight.

“Now listen Muds, if you’ve jus’ come here t’make fun of me, I dun appreciate it!”

2D’s anger rose as the other man continued to ignore him. He even had the audacity to light himself a cigarette and flick ash across the carpet. The singer wanted to get up and try to evict Murdoc from his domain but was still rather incapacitated by his raging erection.

“Right, that’s it Murdoc! I fink you better lea-“ He was cut off when the bassist
extinguished the cigarette in the bed sheets and turned around to face him.

“I think I might be able t’help you with the little problem you have there.” He said with a stony expression.

This silenced 2D for several minutes while he tried to figure out what exactly Murdoc was propositioning. He shifted his legs again; it was becoming almost unbearable to remain in those constricting jeans. It was clouding any sense remaining in his brain.

“If y’mean inviting summathose random girls around m’not interested.”

“I’m not talking-’” Murdoc leaned he face down to 2D’s until their noses were almost touching. “About any girls…”

2D’s breath hitched as he stared straight into the older mans eyes. He’d never felt more vulnerable in his life. He was spread out on the floor with Murdoc looming over him, a burning glow in his mismatched eyes that 2D had only ever seen when the man was eyeing groupies.

The electric moment was broken when Murdoc grabbed 2D by the collar and pulled him onto the bed. The singer was too stunned to resist and could only watch as the other man straddled his waist. He didn’t know if the brush against his crotch was as deliberate or not, but it was very affective at sending rockets of sensation rippling through his body.

“N-now look here, I dun know wot you’re up to but I…I…oh God!” 2D forgot what he was trying to say as Murdoc ground his hips against the singers. His eyes almost rolled to the back of his head with pleasure.

When rough fingers began to creep their way up his shirt he decided to end it before this went any further. He placed his hands on Murdoc’s chest and tried to push the man away. His efforts were halted when two hands grabbed his wrists and slowly raised them until they were pinned over his head.

“Don’t pretend that you don’t like it mate.” He continued to rock his hips in a circular motion with 2D completely powerless beneath him. He leaned forward and slipped out his tongue to lick a wet trail up the other mans neck.

2D squirmed and tried to resist as much as he could, but there was no denying that his arousal just wasn’t going to go away. Time to switch tactics.

“You’re not gay Murdoc!”

“Hmm?”

“You only fancy girls! I’ve never seen you wif a bloke before.”

“Well” Murdoc breathed out trailing his tongue along 2D’s ear, “Then there’s a lot about me you don’t know.”

“I’m sure there’s loads about you that I dun want to know.” It was getting harder to talk for 2D. Murdoc had begun tracing his jaw with his lips.

“Well I’m not gay!” 2D shot out as Murdoc began to raise the singers’ shirt over his head. The cool air was blowing against his chest and contrasted with the hot breath of the other man.

“Oh really?” 2D’s shirt was tossed across the room

“Y-yeah, an even if I woz, I could do a lot better than you.”

Murdoc merely chuckled and pressed his weight down on 2D. He grabbed 2D’s jaw so that he was staring straight up at the older man.

“No one can do better than me.” He said this in such a dominating way that 2D was almost inclined to believe him.

Almost.

Murdoc began to make gentle bites down 2D’s throat while his fingers traced the contours of the lithe body. 2D tried to bring his hands down but yelped when the teeth sank in a little deeper than they had before.

“Don’t move unless I say so! Savvy?”

2D could only nod and lie back with his arms over his head.

“I’m dealin’ wif some very confusing emotions right now.”

“Shaddup.”

His breathing increased when Murdoc reached the rim of his pants. Rough hands were placed on either side of his hips. 2D’s hairs prickled on the back of his neck when his eyes met Murdoc’s. The man was leaning over the bulge in his pants, a completely evil expression plastered on his face. If 2D could have gotten any harder he would have.

The bassist took time to lick his lips with his unnaturally long tongue. For 2D it was simultaneously seductive and repulsive. He bent over and skillfully began to unbutton 2D’s pants with his mouth. The singer couldn’t help but be impressed at how quickly he managed it. Murdoc used his teeth to drag the zipper down causing 2D to throw his head back and sigh that some of the pressure against his crotch was relieved.

Two thumbs were hooked in the belt loops of 2D’s jeans and swiftly tugged them down and off his legs. They soon joined his shirt in a crumpled heap on the floor.

And then 2D was only wearing his boxers. His excitement was quickly replacing his terror as Murdoc positioned his hand on the smooth pale stomach and inched it beneath the silk and towards his throbbing anatomy.

2D tried to stifle a moan that had been threatening to escape for a while. But when Murdoc’s hand had almost reached it’s destination he couldn’t suppress it any longer.

And then the hand stopped.

It stopped dead.

2D opened his eyes to find out what the reason was. A wave of mystification came over him when he saw the Murdoc was staring at him with peculiar expression on his face. 2D couldn’t interpret it for the life of him. He desperately wanted the man to continue so he wriggled his hips in encouragement.

“Close your eyes.”

“Wot? Why?” 2D was baffled by this request

“Close them,” growled Murdoc. 2D realized he wasn’t in a position to negotiate so he quickly squeezed them shut.

He heard the bed squeak as Murdoc moved about and 2D began to worry what exactly the other man was up to. Something closed around his wrists and he heard a distinct ‘snap’. Okay, now he was definitely worried.

“Um, Murdoc… can I open m’eyes now?”

“If you want, Dullard.”

2D cracked an eye open to survey the damaged. They both flew wide open in shock when he realized what Murdoc had done. When he looked up he saw that both his hands had been handcuffed to the headboard of his bed. He twisted his hands and the chains jangled against the metal. He looked back at Murdoc horrified.

“Are you serious!?”

“Don’t worry brainache, it’s only temporary until I come back. I don’t want you goin’ anywhere while I’m gone.”

“Comin’ back! Where are you goin’!? 2D nearly sobbed with frustration. This was just torture.

Murdoc didn’t answer. He just gave another one of his trademark smirks and crawled off 2D’s yearning body.

He watched in despair as Murdoc left the room closing the door behind him to leave the singer alone with his jumbled thoughts. Would Murdoc be so evil as to seduce 2D and then leave him tied up without release?

Actually, yes, he would be.

2D moaned as he looked down at his bulging boxers. He’d never had an erection as persistent as this one. Even as his body began to cool down it showed no signs of fading. What if Murdoc never came back? Perhaps he could turn himself around and rub himself against the bed. 2D suddenly felt very silly.

“I bet he went off t’fetch himself a camera,” pouted 2D. He knew the Murdoc never wasted an opportunity to humiliate him at every occasion.

A few minutes later the door creaked open again. 2D looked up expectantly as Murdoc re-entered the room. He was carrying a steaming mug and a tray of something that 2D couldn’t see clearly from the position he was in.

“You left to make y’self a cup of tea!?” Snorted 2D indignantly.

“You’ll be thankin’ me soon.”

The singer huffed wondering how it could possibly make him feel any better. His annoyance was quickly evaporating however because Murdoc had now resumed his straddling position. The mast was unveiled when his boxers were slipped down his hips and thrown off the bed.

2D was feeling incredibly exposed, although it might have had something to do with the fact that he was naked and handcuffed to his bed.

Murdoc leaned down and blew some cool air over his cock making 2D twitch in response. He used his thumb and forefinger to pull the foreskin down revealing the shining head. 2D didn’t know if he wanted to watch or look away. He was so used to having beautiful women fulfill this pleasure that his mind didn’t know how to comprehend this less than attractive man before him.

He was transfixed as he watched the long tongue coil out like a snake and lick the weeping tip and he couldn’t help but whimper at the sensation. The fires of desire were burning in his chest as he mentally cursed Murdoc for being so damn slow.

“Are you ready for somethin’ different?” Murdoc asked as he looked at 2D with a raised eyebrow.

Curiosity was overwhelming 2D. He wasn’t sure how different a blowjob could be. So he nodded and watched in perplexity as Murdoc picked up the cup of tea and took a large gulp.

He knew immediately why though when Murdoc bent down again and took 2D in his mouth.

Dear god the warmth! 2D gasped in surprise and raised his hips up instinctively. Murdoc pushed them down with a grunt of annoyance and wagged his finger at the singer. The combination of the tongue wrapping itself around his length, the suction and the warmth of the tea was indescribable ecstasy.

“Oh God Murdoc! Oh!”

For a few minutes he could only lay back shell shocked in bliss. He cried out in exasperation when the feeling was interrupted as Murdoc pulled his head up.

“Why-“

“Don’t talk” Murdoc said cutting him off.

He began to fiddle with something beside the bed; 2D craned his neck to see what he was doing but was unable to get a good enough view. Murdoc sat up again with something apparently in his mouth. His eyes were closed with concentration as he moved it around his tongue.

2D’s eyes widened in surprise as the man leaned over and pressed his lips against the singers. Something cold dropped in.

Ice?

Ice!

“Holy mother of Buddha!” 2D cried as the once warm mouth enveloping his cock was now icy cool.

It sent a rush of pleasure across his body until his toes and fingers tingled. It was everything he could do not to buck his hips. This was different to every girl had been with. It was as though Murdoc knew each pleasure point of his body. Teeth lightly scraped across the sensitive skin of his length and hand a hand wandered down to cup his balls.

“I fink I’m gonna…” He panted after the ice had dissolved in his mouth.

“Oh no you’re not!” Said Murdoc pulling away abruptly. He pinched his fingers at the base to assure that nothing was premature.

“Why?!” 2D demanded, scandalized that such pleasure had been denied to him.

“Because I’m not finished with you yet.”

He kneeled on his thighs as he wiped a trail of moisture away from his mouth. His eyes never left 2D’s. The singer just lay on his back panting wishing he could use his hands to touch the bassist.

“I fought you woz going to onlock me when you came back?” He rattled the handcuff chains to emphasize his point.

“I lied.” Grinned Murdoc as he lifted his own shirt over his head.

“Here’s a challenge for you” he said crawling over until his hips were positioned over the singers head. “I want you to take my pants off with your teeth.”

2D didn’t think he’d be able to do it, especially not in the position he was in. But for some reason he didn’t want to disappoint the other man. He swallowed hard and pulled his body up by the handcuffs into a semi sitting position.

Murdoc looked down at him expectantly as 2D rubbed the gums of his missing teeth with his tongue as a nervous habit. He grabbed the flap of material above the first button with his side teeth and began to tug.

“Y’know Murdoc, it’s kinda hard when you’re missing your two front teeth.”

Murdoc laughed but didn’t ask the singer to stop. He sighed and tried again. At this proximity his senses were invaded with the scent of the bassist. He had a distinct musk that was very masculine. 2D had never thought it appealing, until now that it.

Success! The first button came undone. 2D was greeted with the sight of a patch of curly black hair. He looked up at the man with a raised eyebrow.

“Do y’always go commando?”

“You never know when you’ll be called into action.” Replied Murdoc, gyrating his hips.

2D continued his task managing to undo the second button with a few good tugs. Now all he had to do was the zipper. He trailed his tongue down Murdoc’s pubic line before he reached it. He noticed the bulge in Murdoc’s pants was something to rival his own. He closed his eyes and grabbed the zipper with his teeth before pulling it down with one swift yank.

He heard Murdoc breathe out and opened his eyes to see that he was face to face with Murdoc’s own impressive length. He was compelled to poke his tongue out and lick the head tasting the salty sweetness.

“Dullard, you are such a fag.”

“Oi!” Said 2D feeling insulted.

2D was pushed back onto the bed by strong hands before Murdoc once again ravished his neck. 2D never thought rolling around naked in bed with another man could feel so good. But here he was with none other than Murdoc and having the best time of his life.

He yelped in surprise when he felt something shockingly cold drop onto his chest. Murdoc had placed a piece of ice on his stomach and was now moving it around with his finger leaving patterns of moisture behind. 2D hissed when it moved over one of his nipples and was held in place.

“Ahh ahh! Okay that’s enough Muds!”

Murdoc chuckled and left it on a second longer than necessary before it moved to the other nipple. 2D discovered that it was just as painful for the left nipple as it was for the right.

A long tongue scooped it up into Murdoc’s mouth before he leaned over and kissed 2D again. Their tongues passed the piece of ice back and forth until it melted into blissful nothingness. The men broke apart with a string of saliva joining them. 2D gazed up at Murdoc with eyes half lidded and totally at his mercy.

“Alright, I think you’re ready.”

“Ready?” Asked 2D confused. “Ready for wot?”

Murdoc sighed and rolled his eyes. “Ready for sex you idiot.”

“Oh… OH!” 2D breathed only just fully grasping the implications of this comment.

“W-wait!” He pleaded as he watched Murdoc flip the cap of a tube that he had fetched from pocket of his discarded jeans.

“I dun think I’m ready!” He implored as Murdoc began to liberally apply the slick substance on himself. He’d never wished more than now for his hands to be free. They were beginning to chafe his wrists from the strain. Murdoc looked up at 2D and smirked.

“Well I don’t really think it’s up to you, is it?”

2D clenched his teeth together as his hips were lifted. Murdoc grabbed a pillow and placed it under 2D’s back.

“This’ll make it a bit more comfortable for ya.”

“Oh gee, fanks Muds. Nice t’know you’re lookin’ out for m’comfort. Wot a pal.”

“Oi! This can hurt a lot more than it has to.” He softened when he saw 2D’s pitiful expression. “Just relax alright?”

2D slowly exhaled and tried to calm his beating heart. He felt hands move his legs apart and a finger press against his entrance. He bit his tongue as it pushed inside before being accompanied by a second, then third finger. He wanted to squirm and pull away but Murdoc held him in place with the strength of a titan.

“You alright?”

“Just dandy Murdoc.”

He was answered with a growl, so he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to relax his muscles as much as he could. He knew what was coming next when the fingers pulled out.

Murdoc began to push himself inside, 2D groaned at the sensation, Murdoc was grunting in a primal way and 2D knew he was really controlling himself. He appreciated it. It certainly ached, almost to the point of being unbearable. He opened his eyes again when the movement stopped and looked down to see that Murdoc was fully sheathed, his fringe clung to his forehead from the sweat that had beaded on his skin. He watched 2D waiting for the singer to adjust.

“I’m not a very patient man y’know.”

“I know, jus… jus give me a minute kay.”

2D surprised both of them by making this first move. He experimentally rocked his hips against Murdoc’s. It no longer felt like an intrusion it once was as the ache started to fade.

“How’s it feeling?” Panted Murdoc

“Well, it’s a bit weird.”

“Hang on.”

Murdoc lifted 2D’s hips higher before giving another thrust.

“Ahh!”

Fireworks burst in 2D’s eyes; he had never felt anything as purely blissful as this. The singer arched his back and cried out making the mattress bounce in response. Murdoc chuckled as he watched his handiwork.

“I think that did the trick.”

“Jus keep doin’ that! Please…”

Murdoc needed no further instruction. He began to push and pull until they had both developed a rhythm. 2D pushed himself forward to meet with each thrust making the bed move and bang against the wall. But the vocalist was beyond caring if anyone would hear, he was drowning in ecstasy.

He wanted to touch himself but his hands were still bound above his head. The handcuffs were beginning to lose their erotic appeal. He made a whimpering noise that caused Murdoc to look up in annoyance.

“What is it?”

2D tilted his head towards his neglected appendage. The older man bared his fangs in another grin and took 2D in his hand and pumped while he continued to sporadically drive himself into the singer.

2D curled his toes as he felt himself draw nearer to release. All he wanted was a few more seconds, just one more moment of divine pleasure, he panted and moaned loudly while Murdoc replied with his own breathless groans.

“Murdoc, ahh!”

He came in sparkling bursts of silver and gold and sticky white. Murdoc was quick to follow after him shuddering with a final thrust before he collapsed on top of the singer.

All 2D could do for a few minutes was try to catch his breath and bask in the afterglow. He didn’t mind the weight of the man on top of him. He only wished he could bring his hands down and stoke the bassist’s hair.

“Um…d’ya think you could unlock me now?”

Murdoc grumbled and rolled over to rummage through his clothes. He surfaced with a small silver key and hastily freed 2D from his confines. The singer gratefully rubbed his wrists and stretched his arms.

“Fanks Murdoc.” He sighed and relished in the post coital contentment.

“Here” Murdoc handed him a lit cigarette which he accepted with long fingers.

They smoked in silence. 2D glanced at Murdoc wondering how that man had ever convinced him to have sex with him, not that he hadn’t enjoyed it. He puffed out a cloud of smoke and watched it spiral towards the roof.

“What the hell?” He said startled. His flaccid cock was springing to life again, as though it had forgotten that it had just engaged in 40 minutes of wild animal shagging.

“Well m’not surprised.” Murdoc said calmly as he took another drag on his cigarette. “Y’did take two of the bluddy things.”

“Wait wot?” 2D spun around to face the bass player. “Wot do y’mean I took two of them? Two of wot?”

“Satan you’re slow! I switched your painkillers.”

“Switched them?” Now that he though about it, the pills had looked a little different. “Switched them with wot?”

“Jesus fucking Christ! With smarties. Viagra you moron!”

“You gave me Viagra?” said 2D feeling shocked and appalled.

“You were dumb enough not to notice. Y’can hardly blame me.”

“That was a rotten trick t’play on me.” 2D Said crossing his arms. “I nearly died of embarrassment I did.”

“Phh, you’re not that lucky.”

2D was so angry he couldn’t reply. He didn’t want to look at Murdoc. Instead he averted his gaze to a stain on the wall at the far end of his room. He tried to ignore the warm arms that began to wrap themselves around his waist.

“Quit it, m’not in the mood.”

“Really? B’cuase your body is tellin’ a different story.”

“Well I can’t control that can I?”

Murdoc moved his hands across 2D’s smooth skin as he planted kisses down his back. Even though the singer was livid at the bassist he couldn’t help but enjoy the ministrations. Fingertips ghosted across his thighs and up towards his chest. 2D closed his eyes and allowed himself to succumb once more to the will of the older man.

“Awright, maybe once more. But then that’s it!”

“Whatever you say…”

*

It was nearly noon when 2D shuffled into the kitchen. Russel was at the table reading the paper, he put it down when he saw 2D and pulled out a chair for the singer.

“Hey D! Have a seat.”

2D took one look at the chair and winced. “Er, no fanks Russ. I fink I’ll stand for now.”

Russel cast 2D a quizzical stare. But decided it might be best if he just didn’t ask any questions. But when he caught sight of the singers chafed wrists he couldn’t help himself.

“D, what happened to your wrists?”

“Oh er…” 2D hid them behind his back and out of Russel’s line of vision. “I woz just trying on watches. Y’know, a man needs to know the time ay…” He coughed.

“Trying on watches?” Russel said incredulously. “You’re tellin’ me that instead of watching the movie marathon you went out and tried on watches all night?”

“Uh huh.” 2D nodded and avoided Russel’s gaze.

Their conversation was interrupted when Murdoc entered. He had his hand pressed to his temple. He was looking worse for wear.

“Hey Murdoc.” Said Russel

“Shuttup! I’ve got a fucking splitting headache.” He surprised 2D when he pointed a bony finger at him. “You! Get me some of your pills, now!”

2D grumbled thinking that Murdoc might have been a bit more civil to the man he had been screwing all night. He shuffled over to the medicine cabinet trying to ignore the pain in his lower back.

“Hurry up!” Murdoc demanded. 2D quickly grabbed a bottle from the cabinet and handed it to the disgruntled man.

He watched as Murdoc downed two pills and shoved the bottle back into the singer’s hands. No words were exchanged between them before Murdoc made an undignified exit out the door.

“I don’t understand how that guy can get away with treatin’ people so badly, and he never gets any repercussion for it.” Russel frowned.

“Oh, I dun know,” 2D mused as he placed the laxative bottle back in the cupboard. “I fink it might come sooner than he thinks…”
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